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reptisoil · 11 months

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Beach Day! || Martin Kratt x GN! Reader ||

Summary: Y/n and Martin break away from the gang to have a day at the beach. Chaos is what they return to but the day away from everything made life so much easier.

Warnings: None

Word count: 885

Note: Antoehr WK fanfic! Yippe! Yall seems to enjoy "Im stuck" so yea!

The Createrra stopped on the sand as Martin shut it off, already reaching back to grab stuff that he and his s/o, Y/n, would need for the day. They turned around in their seat and griped the headrest, surveying what Martin wasn't grabbing and then grabbing it themself. He managed to grab a lot of the heavier stuff as the two made their way toward the water. "See, completely alone!"

As if on cue, a crab appeared out of the sand and tripped Martin. He fell flat on his face as Y/n giggled, grabbing what they could while asking if he was okay. "Im fine." He picked his head up, spitting out sand for a minute while Y/n made their way to the water line. Martin picked up what was left and ran to them. "Now Im even better! You're here, we're at the beach, all is good."

Meanwhile, the crew at the HQ was not having a good time without their main organizer, Y/n, and Martin knew where half the things people needed were! They two left their creature pods in the Tortuga so they could detox for the day completely. Chris lets out a wale of frustration, "WHERE IS MY CREATURE POWER SUIT?!"

After a few minutes, Y/n and Martin managed to set up a decently laid out set up with the extra towels they brought to lay on the sand so drying off wouldn't be so sandy. The couple planned to be here all day if all went well. Y/n pulled out the sunscreen and put some on their face and what skin was showing on their body then did Martin the exact same way. The cool liquid felt like a shock to his skin at first but then the warmth of Y/n's hands made it better after a few seconds.

The two had gotten there just after sunrise so they had all the time in the day to exist in the pure niceness of the other's company. For the first twenty (20) minutes, they did just that, Y/n put their head on Martin's shoulder and the two just basked in the sun and each other's silent show of affection.

Back at the HQ, things had slightly calmed. That was until they realized the keys to start the Tortuga were in Martin's bag... On the beach... with Martin. Chris let out a sob, missing his brother and the calmness both he and his partner brought to the Tortuga.

The sun was now high in the sky and Martin decided that he and Y/n should swim but without them knowing. "Hey, Y/n, I wanna see if I can still pick you up! It'll be fun!" They chuckled and nodded, standing in a T-pose before Martin picked them up on his shoulder. Their hands managed to slap his butt a few times which made them giggle but because they were so focused on what they were doing they failed to notice that Martin was moving towards the water.

By the time they did notice, they were going back first into a wave. Y/n sits up and tries to catch their breath then is hit by another wave. Martin laughed so hard that he leaned over his knees. Y/n saw the opportunity and yanked him into the third (3rd) wave that ended up taking both of them down. The two stood when they could and Y/n tackled Martin, trying to send him into the waves that went past their waist.

The two spent the next thirty (30) minutes sending each other into various waves before they took a nice swim to relax before they ate back on the beach with each other. Martin got out and laid down first, allowing Y/n to use his chest as a pillow of sorts. After a while of drying in the sun together, they pulled out a small bite to eat before taking a nap together.

Chris decided a while a go that he should nap, this decision later Chris decided a while ago that he should nap, this decision later came to bite him in the butt. A wolf puppy managed to make his way into the Tortuga and he jumped onto Chris' stomach an hour into his nap. He shot up and started coughing. This scares the pup who jumps down and starts barking for help. Soon the pup's pack showed up and cornered Chris. "Help-"

As the two woke up, they saw the sun was setting and decided to head back to Tortuga. They packed up everything they'd brought and shoved it all back in the Createrra. Once they got back, the sun was far gone. Martin was laughing at something Y/n said while they giggled and walked inside. As they walked into the main area, they stopped giggling and stopped walking suddenly which made Martin bump into them. He registered what was happening in front of him and he dropped whatever he was carrying. "What happened while we were gone?!"

Chris peels himself off of the floor before answering his brother, "You don't want to know, bro..." He then fell back to the floor, sticking like gum.

The couple looked at each other, not ready to fix this mess right now, before walking backward to sleep in the Createrra for the night.

Chris decided a while ago that he should nap, this decision later came to bite him in the butt. A wolf puppy managed to make his way into the Tortuga and he jumped onto Chris' stomach an hour into his nap. He shot up and started coughing. This scares the pup who jumps down and starts barking for help. Soon the pup's pack showed up and cornered Chris. "Help-"

Chris peels himself off of the floor before answering his brother, "You don't want to know, bro..." He then fell back to the floor, sticking like gum.

The couple looked at each other, not ready to fix this mess right now, before walking backward to sleep in the Createrra for the night.

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miss-ariella · 2 years

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The History of Love: Part 9 - Professor Andy x Student Reader

Warnings: Professor x Student relationship, smut

Word Count: ~2100

Author's Note: It's been a while, I know. The end of the school year fried my brain and it's taken me this long to be ready to write again, but it's finally here. I will be adding one more part to this, hopefully in the next week or so. Thank you to all of you who patiently waited for me to get back to this. I hope it was worth the wait.

Part 8 Masterlist

After making up with Andy, the two of you spent the rest of the weekend in your own little world within the walls of his house.

Sunday evening found you curled up with Andy on his couch. You were laying between Andy’s legs while he watched a football game on tv. You had no idea how football worked, and Andy had tried to explain it to you but got distracted by the action of the game. That was perfectly fine to you, it was much more entertaining to watch Andy watch the game than actually figure out what was happening.

As the game went to commercial, Andy reached for the remote and turned the volume down. He cleared his throat slightly before whispering in your ear “I love you.”

Your face breaks out into a smile as you lift your face towards his and press a quick peck to his lips.

“I love you too,” you whisper back to him.

“So tomorrow?” Andy asks, before trailing off. You know what he’s referring to. Tomorrow is Monday and after a week of hiding out in your dorm, you need to go back to class. That includes back to Andy’s class.

“Tomorrow, I go back to my dorm, back to my classes and we act like nothing is going on while in public,” you sigh, before dropping your gaze and playing with the tassel on the gray throw blanket Andy had draped over your laps when you sat down.

Andy wraps his arms tighter around you before placing his chin on your shoulder.

“I know it’s not ideal, but just for a little while longer,” he reminds you. And he’s right. There are only four more weeks until the end of the semester. After the break, you and Andy agreed to go to the dean together and inform the school of your relationship. Apparently, student and staff relationships weren’t against the college’s handbook officially, but they were highly frowned upon. Andy had suggested fudging the details of when you had gotten together so as to not run the risk of getting either one of you in trouble.

“But after school and on the weekends, you’ll come here and everything will be fine,” he reminds you.

That was what the two of you had decided on, after spending hours discussing your relationship that morning. You had both laid everything out on the table, all your insecurities and worries. All the stress of keeping your relationship a secret. Everything. Then you had come up with a plan; get through the rest of the semester without anyone finding out (except Kay), spend some time over the holiday break together, and then inform the college of your relationship several weeks into the spring semester. In the meantime, Andy had given you a key to his place and invited you to stay over whenever you wanted.

“It’ll be okay y/n,” Andy quietly reassures you.

“I know.”

After returning to campus on Monday, you were surprised by how easy it was to fall back into your normal routine. First, you had to tackle the mountain of make-up work after missing a week’s worth of classes. There was a quiz to make up for economics, a paper you had to scramble to finish on time as well as a boatload of homework to make up across your four classes.

When Andy had seen your pile of schoolwork that evening as you worked at his kitchen table, he felt a little guilty. It was his fault after all you had missed a week’s worth of classes.

“Hey,” he greeted you as he pulled out the chair next to you and sat down. “I’ll excuse your missing work for my class, okay? Don’t worry about it, you’ve got enough on your plate here,” he tells you as he gestures to the organized chaos in front of you.

“Andy, no,” you start. “It’s fine, I need to do it.”

“No, it’s really okay. It’s my fault anyway that you missed class, the least I can do is take a little bit off your plate and excuse you from the assignments in my class.”

You look at the man sitting next to you and sigh before reaching for his hand and grasping it between yours.

“It’s a very nice offer, Andy, really, thank you. But, if you do that, and the dean finds out you gave me special treatment it could backfire. Remember, we have to make it look like this relationship started after the semester was over and I was out of your class.”

Andy drops his head onto his chest and sighs. He knows your right.

“Okay, okay,” Andy agrees. “But what if I accidentally left the answer key lying around and you just happened to find it,” he suggests with a grin.

“Andy!” you admonish him, playfully smacking his arm before turning your attention back to your work. Andy laughs, before pressing a quick kiss to the top of your head and going off to make dinner. He figures he can do that at least while you slave away over your homework.

Two weeks before the end of the semester and you find yourself having a hard time focusing in your Wednesday class with Professor Barber. The heater was broken in the lecture hall, stuck on high, and everyone had peeled off their warmer outer layers, including Andy.

You were chewing on the end of your pen as you admired his trim figure in the dress slacks and white button-down he was wearing. Andy had rolled the sleeves up to his elbows and all you could think about as he wrote on the whiteboard was how much you wanted those arms holding you down while he fucked you.

“Y/N!” Kay hisses at you, breaking you out of your daydream.

“What?” you furtively whisper back.

“You’re drooling again,” your best friend teases. You roll your eyes at her and try to focus on the notes you are supposed to be taking about battles of the Revolutionary War. Though the image of Andy’s arms holding you down while he rams his cock into you doesn’t stray far from your mind.

Instead of waiting for Andy in the lecture hall at the end of class, you head straight for his office. It takes about ten minutes before Andy makes his way down the hall toward you. If he’s shocked to find you there it doesn’t show as he calmly greets you, unlocking his office door and ushering you inside.

Andy barely has the door closed before you’re on him, pushing his suit jacket off his shoulders and undoing the buttons down his shirt.

“Y/n,” Andy moans, grabbing your wrists as you try to undo the last few buttons.

You give him the best innocent look you can as you look up at him, “Yes professor?”

“We talked about this,” he warns, making you sigh. The two of you had agreed no more hanky-panky while on campus, though it’s kind of hard to take Andy seriously when you can feel his hardening cock pressing against your stomach.

You stretch up onto your tiptoes before whispering in his ear, “Do you know how hot you looked up there today? How much I wanted to have those arms holding me down while you fucked me into the mattress?”

Andy groans as your hands finish the last button and begin untucking his shirt from his pants.

“And while yes, I could wait until later tonight, I thought it would be such a waste not to put that couch of yours to use,” you continue, sliding the crisp dress shirt off his shoulders and onto the floor.

“Fuck it,” Andy growls, easily picking you up and carrying you over to the couch. You quickly strip down to your bra and panties as Andy undoes his belt and pushes his pants down, freeing his cock.

Your mouth waters at the sight of him standing there in front of you. His monstrous cock draws your eyes up to his toned abs and thick arms. For being forty years old, Andy is still the hottest man you’ve ever seen.

Andy pushes you back until you are lying on the couch, one strong arm coming to rest across your collarbone holding you in place, while the other reaches down into your panties.

“Wet for me already,” he notes as his fingers gently rub up and down your slit. You bite your lip to hide a moan, making Andy smirk. He quickly withdraws his fingers, pulling your panties off and climbing onto the couch above you.

“Is this what you wanted?” Andy asks as he lines the head of his cock up to your entrance. “For me to hold you down and fuck you in my office?”

“Yes!” you cry out as Andy plunges his cock into you.

“Still so fucking tight,” Andy groans as he sets a punishing pace, his cock thrusting in and out of you. He moves his hands from where they’ve been holding onto the armrest above your head and grasps onto your shoulders, causing a gush of wetness between your legs.

You reach a hand down toward your pussy to rub your clit but Andy smacks it away.

“Nuh-uh, if you’re going to cum it’s going to be from my cock alone,” he tells you, pushing you further into the couch as he pounds in and out of you.

“Oh fuck,” you moan as Andy repeatedly hits that magic spot inside of you. There was no denying that sex with Andy was amazing. The man knew just how to rile you up and make your pussy gush. Being held down on his couch and fucked hard and fast like this was winding you up higher than ever before.

“Andy,” you whine, your hands clenching around nothing where they are being held down by your side. Andy grins above you, knowing that you must be close. He pulls your arms up over your head, holding both your hands in one while the other one reaches down and undoes the front clasp of your bra.

“Are you gonna cum for me?” Andy teases as he begins tugging and twisting your nipple with his free hand. “Are you going to make a mess all over my couch with that sopping pussy of yours?”

You frantically nod your head as a moan escapes your lips. You can feel your pussy begin to tighten around Andy’s cock along with the rest of your body. Something about this feels different than normal, more than normal. Like all the usual sensations of an impending orgasm, just heightened.

Andy moves his hand from your nipple and slaps your clit, making stars appear behind your eyes as your body explodes and your pussy squirts for the first time in your life.

“Holy fuck,” Andy exclaims in amazement as your cunt gushes around his cock and onto the leather couch below. You whine as Andy watches liquid expel from your pussy, a shit-eating grin on his face. Your hips finally relax back into the couch as you come down from your orgasm, your heart racing like crazy inside your chest.

“Andy,” you moan from oversensitivity as his cock begins to push inside of you again.

“Such a good girl squirting for me like that,” Andy praises as he leans down to kiss you. “Now just relax and let me fill you up.”

You nod as Andy kisses you again, continuing to thrust in and out of you. It doesn’t take long before he stills above you, flooding your pussy with his cum.

The two of you lay there on his couch for a while, Andy’s cock still buried inside of you. You run your fingers through his messy hair, trying to straighten it back into some semblance of order and chuckling as it flops back over his face.

In the distance the old clock tower on campus begins to chime, informing you of the time.

“Oh shit,” you gasp as you realize you’re about to be late for your economics class. “Andy get up, get up, I have to go!”

The two of you scramble up off the couch as you begin to frantically redress yourself. Andy puts his own clothes on again before picking your bag up off the floor and moving toward the door of his office.

“Tell your professor we had an advising session and I kept you long,” Andy instructs as you throw your hair up into a messy bun. You nod as he opens the door with a quick glance down the hall.

“I’ll see you tonight,” you tell him, pressing a kiss to his cheek and running off toward your class.

As Andy watches you run away, he can’t help but think that the end of the semester can’t come soon enough.

Like I said, there will be one more part to wrap up this story. Until then, thank you for reading!

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badluck990 · 3 months

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Febuwhump24 - Helpless

TW: Angels and Devils(Devil Whumpee/Angel Whumper), collar and chains, alludes to past & future torture

Let me know if I forgot to add anything

“Hi, welcome to the RMRA. How can I help you?” Cedric was working the front desk that day as he didn't have any clients at the moment.

Andre started to explain their predicament only to instantly begin fumbling with their words. “Uh- Hello. My doctor recommended this place to me. I- I’m having some control issues…um, with my horns.”

He nodded along whilst pulling out paperwork, “Can you tell me more?”

“Well um. I had to have my horns…amputated but my magic didn’t…reset for lack of a better word, with the small horn size.”

“And now without enough horn for the magic to go into, it’s becoming increasingly difficult to cast without causing harm to yourself or the area.”

“I wouldn’t say ‘increasingly’, but yeah.” Do they really see cases like this that often?

“Alright well I think pairing you up with Lynn Woodfeild would be a good idea.” He typed some stuff out before continuing, “she’s our resident angel and control specialist.”

“Th-that’s a thing?” He asked trying to focus on ‘control specialist' and not start internally panicking over hearing they were an angel. It was irrational, he knew that. Yet his chest insisted on being tight and his brain playing the memories of the serial killer's torture on loop.

“Are you alright sir?”

Andre forced himself to nod, not wanting to spill his trauma to the poor desk clerk, plus the anxiety kicked in and decided that he’d look like an ass for denying help at this point.

The paperwork was drawn up and the first appointment was scheduled for the following week.

Time flew as nightmares made him dread the appointment

“You know you can request another person, right?” Aloka his younger sister asked, “you've dealt with some serious shit in that theater, having an anxiety attack based on hearing something that reminds you of that doesn’t make you a bad person. Just- if they are professionals then they won’t have a problem with you requesting…Someone else.”

“I can’t avoid an entire species, Aloka.”

“Still. I’m worried about you. And so it Atlas I don’t want you to have just woken up from a coma just to end up dying from stress!” She sighed, “Anyway, what time are you gonna be home after the appointment?”

“Not sure, they gave me a start time, not so much how long I’d be spreading with her each appointment.”

“That’s an important thing to forget to ask,” she grumbled.

“I was still trying to stop thinking about her.”

“Mom’s gonna worry.”

“I should be back before too long.”

But he wasn’t. Cause he’d be gone for much longer than he bargained for.

~ Lynn Woodfield: Control Specialist~

It’s fine, I can do this.

“You must be Andre, right on time!” Lynn’s small wings fluttered as she finished braiding her hair.

“Uh, yes Miss Woodfeild.”

“Well aren’t you cute sweet. You’re very lucky you know.”

“What do you mean,”

“Well I typical only take one client at a time. I just got finished with a last one.”

“Oh, uh why? Do you only take one at a time I mean,” He added, after a pause.

“Simple.” She flipped the lights off and tackled him he should have been able to see and yet everything was pitch dark, “so there’s no one to warn the next.” As the lights turned on and his vision returned, he found chains binding his wrists to the floor.

“What in the light's heaven?!”

“Shh, my sweet. It’s temporary, just until I have the chance to get the rest of my supplies.”

Shadows harm, what’s she’s gonna do

His magic sparked in his hand, only one way out.

“You sure that’s a good idea? Shadow spike me and it could go through the ceiling and hurt someone upstairs. Or a create a shadow ball, with the issues you described you’d probably engulf the room and kill us both.”

He hated that she was right, magic wouldn’t them out of this. At least not safely.

A dark curtain they hadn’t noticed fell and revealed blades, tools, whips, more chains, all complete with a drain in the center of the floor. The cuffs were switches for a heavy metal collar, no hinge, no lock and key, no way of getting it off.

How did she even get it on in the first place?

He was stuck against the wall, gagged and hidden anytime she left.

What had she told his family to keep them away?

She had fun with him, similar to how his last captor had, only Lynn made sure not to kill him. Plus the last mess had been a day. Here? If he was keeping count correctly, a week and a half and counting.

The only good part was she was careful with his horns, but it was a small mercy compared to the knives in his leg and nails in his arm. Plus that stupid name she called him.

“Cotton Candy, or C.C. for short.” She’d giggled while patting his poofy pink hair.

It had been for Aloka, the first thing they did together when got out of the hospital. She loved dying her hair fun colors and he had promised her when graduated med-school he’d join her. But after nearly dying they agreed it was best not to wait. She’d gotten her done all white contract her own horns.

Andre got pink. It had always been his favorite.

Now it was another reminder of how trapped he was.

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snowmuttgetsweird · 1 year

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Return to Yharnam!!

It's Bloodborne Season, baby!

Here's my day one progress- didn't play long, only a couple hours.

Named my character SnowMutt, decided to go for an Arcane build! Started with Noble Scion for the Arcane.

Arcane builds are most rewarding on a fresh file because bosses still have weaknesses- type advantages become less effective in NG+. Unfortunately the game doesn't really cater to a dedicated Arcane build early-game.

I won't get my first "spell" until the Abandoned Workshop, I won't get my second "spell" until the Forbidden Woods, I won't get my first DAMAGING "spell" until the Lecture Building, and I won't get my first GOOD damaging "spell" until Castle Cainhurst. Eesh.

A lot of the early-game is going to rely on Molotovs for damage, which DO scale with your Arcane. Thankfully, I know where all the good shit is, so I can also pick up an early Flamesprayer (plus Bone Marrow Ash to make it insane), grab a Fire gem that will allow one of my weapons to scale with Arcane, and I can get bagged and taken to the Unseen Village to grab a Tonitrus- all before even getting to the Abandoned Workshop! These will all carry me quite a bit through a lot of the game.

Let's go to Yharnam!

Died to the clinic Scourgebeast! Been too long I guess, lol. Picked up Threaded Cane and Pistol. Back to the clinic for round two! EZ win with a weapon, lol.

Speedran my ass to Cleric Beast to grab the Insight so I could start leveling, opening shortcuts and collecting useful stuff like Molotovs and Blood Stone Shards along the way, basically ignored everything else. Died a couple times as I started getting used to dodging again, took 'em down on the third try!

Bought some Molotovs, leveled up strength to 12 so I can equip Tonitrus later.

Went through the sewers after, picked up everything, met with Eileen- decided to replace Threaded Cane with Saw Spear, which has a much more reliable transform attack combo, meaning it does a LOT of damage, and builds a lot of Beasthood fast.

CRUSHED Gascoigne first try, gg ez. He was useful for relearning parry timing- also he TF'd late and died to a couple of my Arcane-boosted Molotovs before he could really do anything.

Cathedral Ward unlock! I always go down the side path first to grab those extra Bloodstone Shards and the Monocular, then made my way down to Old Yharnam- but not before picking up some Fire Paper from Alfred! Speedran to Djura, popped him a few times with the pistol to knock him off, exit game, continue, grab the Powderkeg Hunter Badge, you know the drill. Went through the church, hunted everything, opened the shortcut and got the Saw Spear Hunter to fall off the ladder first try. Free Bone Marrow Ash! It was about this point I realized I forgot to grab the Flamesprayer from Gilbert back at the Central Yharnam lamp, so I went back and did that after running down to Blood-Starved and opening up the shortcut. Decided to run back and spend my echoes before trying to tackle it- Blood-Starved is always a bit of a wall for me.

Actual fight went by pretty easily, but only because I cheesed it. Pungent Blood Cocktails in the corner, TF attack spammed it with Saw Spear, Fire Paper, and Beast Blood Pellet. Even with 9 skill, it went down pretty fast.

Went back and grabbed that Flamesprayer, then went and got myself killed by a Kidnapper to access The Unseen Village. Forgot to grab some Church clothes first for Adella, but I'll come back for her later- she's going to the clinic anyway. Pmuch everyone but Arianna and the granny get sent to the clinic so I can farm them for Insight and Numbing Mist. Arianna's gotta stick around for end-game, and granny's gonna gimme a bunch of free Sedatives later!

Cleaned out what's accessible of the Unseen Village- picked up Tonitrus and all the shards and armor and loot. I'll come back for Paarl later.

Aaand that's it for now!

Most of my echoes have been going into building up a stock of Molotovs and leveling. I've got my Str high enough to use Tonitrus, Arcane up to 25, and everything else is untouched for now. Saw Spear, Tonitrus, and Flamesprayer are all at +3!

Tomorrow morning, I'm planning on meeting up with Fake Iosefka, grabbing some Church gear, and collecting Adella and the granny. After that, I'm heading up the Cathedral Ward elevator to grab the Radiant Sword Hunter Badge, working my way through the alley so I can get that Fire blood gem for my Saw Spear which will be my primary PVE weapon for a while since Tonitrus has VERY low durability- at least vs Beasts and boss adds (serrated damage + fire is ideal for Beasts)- and then open up all the gates so I can meet with Eileen outside Cathedral Ward and go rek Henryk with her. Poison Daggers will be doing most of the work tbh. I'll probably try to tackle Hemwick Charnel Lane before Amelia so I can spend a little time farming Bone Marrow Ash, which will be very useful for my Flamesprayer, and should make Paarl a joke.

Basically gonna try to get as many bosses and other side content done as possible before Amelia.

I MIIIIIGHT just use the CUMMMFPK chalice dungeon to farm echoes for items (not leveling) so I can focus on just playing the rest of the game and spend more time doing co-op with other players.

I missed Bloodborne. <3

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cleophantom · 10 months

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We enter into the Aspertia Gym and face down its Gym Trainers.

Teamwork allows us to circumvent the excessive use of Leer and take down both Gym Trainers with relative ease. Despite being new to one another, Minuano, Hivi, and Sally are starting to get into a good rhythm.

However, in all of our previous battles, we've had the edge in terms of sheer numbers. Against Cheren, however, we have no such luck.

We decide that Sally should face off against his Patrat first, and then try to position Minuano to finish off his Lillipup. The five Oran Berries Alder gave us will be instrumental in keeping our team healthy and giving us an advantage against our stronger foes.

Sally faces off against his Patrat and leads off by glaring at him. His Patrat, meanwhile, works itself up into a frenzy, tensing itself up and getting ready to pounce. Sally slams into him as he continues to prepare his next attack, aiming to kill Sally in a single blow. Fortunately, Sally strikes first, hitting him in the gut. Patrat coughs up as he falls to the ground.

Cheren then sends out his own Lillipup. Sally needs to Leer first to weaken him, and then we chip away until it's down. We know it has an Oran Berry, so this will be tricky, especially since it, too, could lose its mind and give in to bloodlust as Patrat did.

Lillipup hits a hard tackle, and I realize that Sally won't get any more chances. She tackles into the foe as he hits back. She falls off the platform, staining the ground with blood. She looks oddly content, and I think she's trusting Minuano and Hivi to finish the job.

Minuano chips away at it, but Lillipup hits hard. Suddenly, Lillipup leaps up and slams right into Minuano's head. I run to check on him, but it's too late. Taken before his time, the cool wind peters out, leaving Hivi to face down her foes alone.

I don't think either of us saw this coming. Hivi was meant to be expendable, a throwaway Pokémon. But she isn't expendable. Not to me. We've only known each other for a few minutes, but it feels like she's been there my whole life. As we stare the dog of death down, all we can do is give ourselves over to the battle.

Not every story has a happy ending. Sometimes, the brave heroes get slain before their journey can really begin.

As Hivi stares into space, bruised and battered, Oran berry juice running down her face and mixing with the blood of her fallen comrades, she's...happy. Happy that she mattered to someone. To Cheren, and to the world, she was just some Patrat, but to Minuano, Sally, myself, and to a lesser extent, Flash, she was Hivi, and she mattered.

The Dusknoir came for her, and it dragged her away from me, from Cheren, from her comrades' bodies. But, something in Hivi stirred. As the Dusknoir dragged her away to an empty void, she struck at it with phantom incisors. The Dusknoir tried to restrain her, but she doesn't give up. She is Hivi. She screams this fact to the Dusknoir, and as it drags her closer to the void, all of a sudden, something pierces the Dusknoir.

The red spike that jumped into Hivi's vision suddenly retreated. She looked to the source and saw it. Red rings regarding her from beyond. If it felt any emotion, the golden cage upon its face showed none.

"Interesting. You want...to continue. To struggle even against death. Even when you have been stripped of everything."

"I cannot return you to life. The hands of Arceus have long since closed that window. But, as one cursed to the darkness to another...I can offer you something. You will not live, but through your will, others may find that which you sought."

Hivi stared at the being before her, and feels her burning resolve. She offered out her paw.

The being bellows, shaking all of existence.

A light extended from opposite of the being. Peeeing through it, she saw autumn leaves blowing past.

"Go. Continue the struggle."

As Hivi looked back to the being, the golden cage parted to reveal a smiling maw. "I'll be watching."

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King's Quest V: Absence Makes the Heart Go Yonder | Part 1

The Adventurer’s Log

King’s Quest V: Absence Makes the Heart Go Yonder Part 1

Release date: 1990

Introduction:

Welcome to King's Quest V! I've been looking forward to this one. It was actually the game I thought to originally play first before I decided to play the series from the start. And I don't regret my decision! But I am excited to finally tackle this one.

Usual disclaimer for KQ: not a blind play.

Before I get into the game proper I need to make note of the version. There are two computer versions of V: Floppy Disk and CD. The version you can buy on GOG or Steam is the CD talkie version and so is the version I have. Voice acting! Not... good voice acting, but voice acting! Okay I do find a lot of it kind of endearing in its own way. Unfortunately, the game only has speech as an option and no subtitles, so that is going to make this is a little trickier. However, there will be a video clip or two or three because some things just must be heard.

As an interesting sidenote there is also an NES port.

This game also makes the switch to a point and click interface. No more text parser which is a little sad for the experimenting end of things, but it will be nice to not have the occasional fight to find what it wants.

There are are some general actions: look, use, talk and walk. And of course you've got your inventory. Pretty standard stuff.

Now with that bit of upkeep done, let's get into this.

It's time for the return of King Graham and everything is well for the kingdom of Daventry.

Except... not, because then we wouldn't have a game now, would we? A wizard appears and with a spell makes the castle and all its inhabitants vanish!

But meanwhile Graham is having a stroll through the woods, stopping to smell the flowers, and just generally having a lovely time.

Until his day takes a turn for the worse. Nothing like a vanished castle to ruin your day. Graham is understandably stunned, but thankfully we have a witness. An owl flies down and introduces himself as Cedric while explaining that he'd been visiting an old friend, but then saw the evil wizard Mordack appear and take the castle and Graham's family.

He's cute! He has a reputation for being annoying but honestly I don't find him that bad.

Cedric doesn't know why Mordack did this, but offers his help. His employer is a good wizard named Crispinophur or just Crispin. He's getting on in years and is a bit forgetful but still one of the best wizards, so no need to worry, Graham. Cedric thinks Graham doesn't currently stand a chance against Mordack, so he needs to come with him. He has some fairy dust that will let Graham fly and sprinkles it over him. The land of Serenia where Crispin lives is too far to walk, so flight it is. The fairy dust is old but Cedric's pretty sure it still works. With those encouraging words it's time to gooo!

It's just so pretty! I love hand-painted backgrounds so much. I can only imagine what it must have been like back then going from King's Quest IV to this.

They make it to Crispin's house but that old fairy dust comes into play and wears off before landing dumping Graham into the pond.

Oops. Hey, at least there are no monsters in this river.

Crispin comes out to see what all the fuss is about.

He invites Graham inside and it's discussion time. Crispin explains that even in the society of wizards Mordack isn't looked on fondly and has been suspended a few times for his abuse of power. There's not a lot Crispin can help with but he offers some old dried snake that'll let Graham talk to animals. No dough in the ears here, but I do appreciate the shared ingredient continuity between the two spells anyway.

He also sends Cedric to help you out and it's time to start the adventure. The first main goal that Cedric advises you of is to head to town to look for supplies. The route to Mordack's castle is over some treacherous mountains so we gotta be prepared.

I explored around a little on the way. There's a path into a dark forest with a warning sign I avoided for now. I continued and found a weeping willow tree whom I could speak to. It turns out she's actually a princess who was enchanted by a witch. She'd been walking through the woods with her fiance, a prince. A witch appeared and was charmed by the prince. The prince refused her advances and so the witch banished the prince elsewhere and turned the princess into a tree. She stole her heart and turned it to gold and the only way to be turned back into a human is to have her heart returned to her. All she has to console herself now is a magic harp.

And she sings a song!

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There's our first thing added to the list of things needed. Before I left I tried drinking some of the water. It was very salty. Graham was not impressed. Yuck! Willow tears...

A screen or two away I found the despondent prince who explains he can't find his princess. He describes her and asks if Graham has seen her to which Graham says he hasn't, which I guess is technically true? But come on, Graham, put two and two together here. You JUST talked to her. Anyway, the prince decides to keep up the search and leaves while adding he's sure the witch had something to do with it. Again, Graham, please.

Continuing on, I found a gypsy camp. I was told I'd need a gold coin to see Madame Mushka. Nothing to do here yet. There's a desert west of this area, but I avoided it for now.

I also found a big ant hill with a fun bit I'll get into later. For now: ants. Nothing to be done. They're just busily doing their ant thing.

And I found some bees! And I poked the bees!

And got my first glorious death. From the narrator: "That wasn't a smart move, Graham. Bee seeing you." A death is worth it so long as there's a bad pun.

Unfortunately for Graham, while I of course had a save to restore, his life wasn't to last long because in the next area was an inn, sure, and more importantly a river!

I gotta dump him in the water at least once, okay. It's like some kind of tradition. No moat or alligators here, but we do what we can with what we have. There wasn't much of a fun death message here, just fast river. But a fun "No, Graham, don't!" from Cedric.

I didn't get many deaths this session, but most of them happened in rapid succession. Because I got another one coming right up!

I just wanted to visit the dog, but when you approach the bar, you overhear the men talking about some kind of job they're pulling and the inn keeper orders them to catch you. You get locked up in a cellar to be rubbed out later and there's nothing that can be done at this point, so that's death number 3.

Onward I found a bakery with delicious custard pies of which I can't buy yet. I guess Graham didn't carry any money at all while he was out walking. Then it was time for town! But town on my own because Cedric was once chased by a dog and doesn't want to enter again, so he waits outside. Cedric not wanting to come with you into places is going to be par for the course.

There are several things to do here. A fish in a, er, barrel, to be scooped up. A man whose wagon broke but beyond talking with him, there's nothing to be done, and three shops to check out.

First: the shoe shop, or what's left of it. There's an elderly couple who own the shop, but they have no shoes to sell. Add that to the list of things to do something about.

Second: a tailor. There's a fine cloak that will be helpful to have when going to Mordack's castle but we'll need something to offer for said cloak. There was one other customer there being helped and complaining about everything he tried. A true retail experience.

Third: A toy shop. The point of interest here is a sled but again, we'll need something to offer for it. The toy shop owner is very friendly and has a grand daughter playing with one of the puppets. He mentions that his wares are a mix of things made by him or his son, and some things that he's bought himself.

Back outside, the guy with the wagon is gone but in his place is a silver coin that's easy to miss. With that coin it's custard pie time! A pie that cannot be eaten because it's going to be extremely important later. Eat that pie: get dead-ended without knowing you've locked yourself out until later. Yeah.

I went back to the bees and my final death for this session because now there's a bear trying to get their honey. I approached the bear.

I got punched by the bear. This screencap is good but even then it can't quite convey the absurdity of this bear just whipping around and socking Graham one in the face. Death number 4: punched out by bear.

The actual solution here is to throw the fish at the bear which takes it and leaves. The queen of the bees comes out and thanks Graham for saving her hive and promises the bees won't bother him now. She offers him some honey. Yay, more inventory!

We've befriended some bees. I grabbed the honey and that stick lying on the ground and carried on.

Now it's time to finish this session off with the ants.

The ants are now being bothered by a dog which is an easy fix with that newly acquired stick. Throw stick, dogs runs after and problem is solved. Just as the queen bee thanked us, now the ant king comes out to thank us as well and offer the ants' aid should Graham ever need it.

Meet King Antony. Honestly this portrait and the way his mouth moves creeps me out a little, but the ant help will be appreciated soon.

And now we finish this session off with getting too close to the ants.

Bugalooo will be stuck in my head forever. Thank you Cedric.

Next time: I still have the forest and the desert to explore. I'll need to find some things to solve my current list of needs: golden heart, gold coin for Madame Mushka, sled, cloak, shoe shop, and not getting killed by the inn thugs. Lots yet to do before starting the journey to Mordack and Graham's missing family.

Points: Unknown because they're not listed. Won't know until the end.

Deaths: 4

Time: 1:08

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Tonight || Tom Holland

Ex-Boyfriend!Tom x Fem!reader

Prompt: I was inspired by the song “Tonight” by Zayn so I decided to write a one shot inspired by it/the feeling the song gave me

Summary: Tom finally returns home to the UK after Spiderman: Homecoming Press and he starts to remember what had happened before he left and the emotions of your breakup with him start to trigger flashbacks but then unexpectedly you showing up at his door that night…

TW: Angst, Post Breakup, Light Arguing, Sassy Remarks, First Meetings, Some Fluff but only in Flashbacks, Making-up Again, Kissing/Making out, Reader has Commitment Issues, Emotional Hurt/Pain, Semi-Nudity (Honestly just Shirtless Tom), Crying

Word Count: 6,421

A/N: Italics in this specific One-shot are meant to be Flashbacks!

"Bloody hell, damn keys!" Tom cursed to himself as he fumbled between his keys.

He could already hear Tessa's faint whimpers and soft barking from behind the door as he opened it slowly. The door creaked the sound echoing as he stepped into his flat, Tessa practically tackling him to the floor. He always gave into those precious little puppy eyes of hers as she licked away at the sides of his face and he always let her.

"Who's a good girl? Tessa is! I missed you so much, my princess." He cooed at her petting the top of her head leaning up grabbing his luggage and standing up.

He let a long and deep sigh escape his lips as he looked into the emptiness of his flat. Every little sound echoed against the walls, the silence was killing him already. He decided to take his mind off things going into the bedroom, the smell of the room completely different than what he remembered the last time he had slept in his own bed. The smell of your perfume was completely gone, turned into nothing but the smell of cheap air freshener.

He tossed his duffel bag into the corner, his suitcase following as he plopped onto the bed the sheets not in a bunched up mess like he remembered them to be. Even the messy sheets reminded him of you, your body, the way your fingers would curl up in the sheets, the way you would wrap the sheets around your body after having mind-blowing sex with him. He stared at the ceiling the only thing he was able to remember was the last time he saw your face. The way your makeup was smudged and a mess but it was the most beautiful mess he could ever imagine waking up to. He wanted to wake up next to that beautiful mess every day but all you ever did was leave in the morning, the only thing being left behind was the imprint of your body in his mattress.

A tear escaped his eye, he barely even realized he was crying because at this point the feeling felt so natural. Every time you would leave him, rushing off in a hurry not even giving him a goodbye kiss. He would chase after you pleading that you stay, doing everything in his power to just make you stay, show some type of affection other than the ones between the sheets.

There was just something about you that drove him completely crazy over the edge. Despite the cold shoulder in the mornings he was still drawn back to you. He found himself scrolling through his phone calling you up even if you ignored his calls or texts, he could at least hear your voicemail message over and over, never getting tired of hearing how the words would just come off your lips. You were the one thing that made him feel complete, it filled the void in his heart and what killed him, even more, was the fact that you too knew what you wanted but kept on denying yourself of having it. You denied yourself of being able to have him, running away from wanting to feel and he always thought you would bounce back into his arms in hopes of truly starting a real relationship...till the day that you didn't come back anymore, till the phone stopped buzzing with goodnight texts and until you finally handed over the ring he promised.

The moment he saw you it was the beginning of the end. He remembers the day he met you like it was yesterday...

It was a Friday night. The clubs in Kingston were absolutely packed, loud music blasting that you could hear from miles away. Despite not wanting to be treated like a typical celebrity his manager made it mandatory he go with a bodyguard for protection. That plan failed fairly quickly when he bribed the bodyguard to leave him alone for at least two hours the most pleading he wanted to "normal" for once. Before all the fame and movie contracts being thrown left and right at him he was just your average mate. He enjoyed the simple things in life although he was guilty of liking the luxury sometimes.

He entered the club music booming, fog in the air and the smell of alcohol seems to radiate off of every sweaty body dancing. He was able to push his way through the crowd finally reaching his destination being the bar. He leaned against the counter elbows resting as he took the sight in his eyes scanning over the various faces. It was odd being the only famous one in the crowd but also kinda nice when people couldn't spot you right away either. He tried blending in like a chameleon of sorts his clubbing clothes being the most basic ones he could find since being flashy wasn't much of his style. He turned around facing the bartender waving him down as he rolled up the cuffs of his black button-up dress shirt.

"Beer, please. Whatever you got." He said quickly as the bartender slid him a beer down the counter catching it perfectly in his hand. He nodded his head at him in thanks.

He glanced down the bar counter, a little tight black dress drawing his eyes to you. As he sipped his beer the slight bitterness hit his tongue as his eyes were too focused on trailing up your legs and finally seeing your hair. Your head was turned in the other direction hair covering the side of your face as it seemed to lay perfectly in place. You shifted your legs crossing them the fabric of your dress hiking up your thighs ever so slightly. He bit his bottom lip the skin on them chapped from the cold weather back in the US when he was on his press tour. He waved down the bartender again leaning in over the counter as he spoke to him.

"Do you know who she is mate?" He asked curious to know who exactly this mysterious woman could be.

"Sorry I don't know her name. What I do know is she is a tough one. She comes here every night, orders the same drink, sits on the same stool, and always leaves alone." He briefly said patting Tom on the shoulder as if wishing him good luck.

"Thanks..." He says practically chugging his beer and slamming it back down on the counter before slowly making his way to you.

He was willing to accept the challenge, he had a thing for women who made him work for it, it showed that they at least weren't easy to get with and had some sense of self-respect. Before he could even get a word out she had turned around whipping your head in his direction. Your eye's meeting his and it was like he was a deer in headlights. His eyes widened at your pure beauty it took him mere minutes just to process how every feature of your face was just utterly perfect in every which way. You pointed your finger out poking his chest, your pointer finger making an indentation in the material of his shirt as you put a fair amount of distance between each other.

"Rule number one, don't sneak up on me." You said in a serious tone it was clear you weren't playing games.

"Duly noted. I saw you were sitting here all by yourself thought I'd keep you company." He said back in an equally as serious tone.

"And what if I don't want your company?" You said resting your head in the palm of your hand, the same brand of beer as his minutes ago was sitting next to your elbow.

"That's a good brand of beer you know, has a nice bitter but sweet taste. People say I'm crazy for coming here just to get a beer but all those other drinks are too complicated." He said avoiding your question entirely.

"Avoiding my question huh? Your the first guy to ever do that." You said a bit surprised at how stubborn this man would soon become.

"Well what can I say, I'm persistent. I at least got you talking, that's an accomplishment in my book." He says with a soft smile as he sees you slowly lower your finger from his chest taking the action as a way to step a bit closer into your space.

"You got a lot going for you, persistent and doesn't like complicated things. Most guys aren't like that." You say the faintest of smiles coming across your face but fading quickly before he could enjoy it too much.

"Funny you say that because I'm not like most guys. I know what I want and when I want it." He says as taking another step closer your facial features coming more into focus. Every curve of your face had an elegance to it and it was all-natural, nothing like he had ever seen before.

Your breath hitched when he started stepping into your personal space, but something about him made you not want to stop him. The minute you turned your head and laid eyes on him that was it. You hadn't felt that connection in what seemed to be years. You were feeling the cliche sparks that seemed to be described by every romance film. Every guy, every night, who tried to "take you home" didn't have it, they didn't have the connection as you did with this man here and now. It's as if you wanted him to invade your space, she wanted to hold him close, and she wanted to make him all yours. You never went home with anyone hoping to find just the right man and if you weren't wrong tonight might be the night he takes you home and shows you the love and care you have been yearning for.

"Persistent hates complicated things and knows what he wants. The list just keeps getting better I wonder what else you have up your sleeve." You say pushing your bangs behind your ear revealing how big and beautiful your eyes were, your lashes long and graceful giving you the perfect dolly look.

He paused for just a moment taking in your beauty, it was absolutely breathtaking. The way your eyes kept avoiding complete contact with his and darting back and forth. The way your lip gloss shined gave the illusion of your lips being plump and rosy. If it wasn't already apparent as it is your cheeks were dusted in pink from not only the alcohol but by how out of character he was making you feel, just the way his eyes roamed your body was enough to get you all hot and bothered.

"Maybe if you keep talking to me and join me for a shot, you might just find out." He said with a smile as he motioned for the bartender to give him two shot glasses sliding one towards you.

You grabbed the small glass and looked into his chocolate brown eyes despite the club lights being dark, his eyes seemed to shine the more you looked into them.

"Fair enough. So what's your name? I at least want to know who I'm talking to and what we are cheering to." You asked raising your shot glass to clink it to the edge of his.

He couldn't stop looking into your eyes, his heart beating fast as he bit his lip before speaking.

"Tom, Tom Holland. We should cheer to meeting each other, I have a feeling tonight is going to be memorable. What's your name darling?" The way he said 'Darling' rolling off his tongue his accent being fairly strong and his voice husky as he said the term.

You flashed him a quick smile before winking at him downing the clear liquid in the shot at the same time he did and slamming the glass onto the counter. You leaned in closer, your fingers tapping lightly on the fabric of his shirt and entangling your fingers in the collar as you pulled him even closer than you thought was humanly possible. Your hot breath hit his ear as your other hand brushed his reddish brown curls out of the way.

"Y/N, Y/N Y/LN. Dance with me." A smirk ran across your lips as all he could do was just raise his eyebrow in response, he was already starting to get wrapped around your finger and he had just met you. You hopped off the bar stool for the first time in a long while you were about to dance with this mystery man. You were willing to let him take you to places she could only imagine both emotionally and physically. As you grabbed his hand, intertwining it with your slender small fingers you led him into the crowd of sweaty bodies on the dance floor...

The memory of that fateful night faded fast in his mind as Tom continued to stare up at the ceiling more tears escaping his eyes, rolling down his cheeks slowly. He could hear the clicking of Tessa's paws across the wooden floor as she whimpered looking at him and she hopped onto the bed cuddling into his side and licking his cheek. He couldn't help but smile at his princess's attempts to make him feel better. He propped himself up sitting on the edge of the bed as he pets the top of her head softly, looking into her calm but sad eyes.

"At least I have you, my princess. You won't ever leave me right?" He asked letting out a small chuckle but still in a state of sadness.

Tessa just barked her tail wagging when she heard him chuckle, a sign that he was the slightest bit happy despite the situation. A sigh escapes his lips and before he could say another endearing sentence to Tessa the doorbell of his flat echoed against the walls.

"Who the heck could that be?" He questioned getting up and looking in the mirror fixing his hair and wiping the tears from his cheeks along with Tessa's slobber. He walked to the door taking a deep breath before swinging it open.

His jaw practically dropped when he saw the person in front of him, it's like someone had stabbed him in the heart as he looked straight into your face. He thought he was looking at a ghost because he couldn't believe his eyes. It was you, Y/N.

Your clothes were soaking wet, a puddle of water already forming at your feet as you stood in the cold hallway of his flat building, shivering, your skin already forming goosebumps. Your eyes met his coffee brown ones shocked, dilating almost until there was no brown left. You were equally as surprised to see he even opened the door. You were positive he would slam it in your face and refuse for you to come inside. After all the heartbreak you had painfully put him through, all the mornings you left without saying a word to him, the days when you pushed him away not wanting his arms wrapped around you, and all the times you ignored his calls and texts, the only time you reached out to him was to tousle in-between the sheets with him.

You took a step closer crossing the door frame and into his flat, you could feel the tension in the air, you could cut it with a knife. Tom glared at you, watching your every move before he could even speak to you.

"You shouldn't be here." He said sternly looking away from you, the strings in his heart-tugging because your wounds were still fresh in his mind.

You left the day before he got on the airplane to the US for his press tour. In his mind, he was hoping for a miracle. He waited until the last second hoping for the cliche moment where you would realize you had made a horrible mistake and come running into his arms, kissing him like crazy, telling him you didn't want him to leave or even that you wanted to go with him before he stepped onto the plane. You never showed up. There was no goodbye kiss, no hug just a bunch of nothingness.

"Tom...I'm sorry..." You whispered your voice barely audible.

"Sorry? Do you think sorry is just gonna cut it? Do you have any idea how much you hurt me? You don't even have a clue!" His voice rose as his fist banged against the nearby coffee table, the sound of his strong fist hitting the wood echoing against the walls.

"I-I...I don't know what else to say! These past couple of months made me realize how much I needed you. It made me realize how much I want you back in my life!" Your voice was hoarse and pained by how much it hurt being away from him.

Why were you an idiot? Why did you think pushing him away was ever a good idea? Was it worth it? Was it the fear of committing to him, giving into wanting more than just the physical with him, was it fucking worth it? No, it wasn't.

Tom turned towards you quickly, running his fingers through his curls as he let out an exasperated sigh not being able to stand seeing you shivering cold. He grabbed his coat that was thrown onto the sofa and as much as it hurt him he walked over draping it over your shoulders, avoiding eye contact with you, the slightest touch against your wet clothes was like touching barbed wire. The way both of your bodies moved away from each other, the body language, it's like as if you both were as close as strangers. Like they didn't know each other, yet you both knew every part of each other all at once.

Tom knew every part of your body. He had placed his lips on every inch of your skin imaginable. Your skin smooth and soft, not a single imperfection on it. He knew what made you tick, what made you just burst on the inside and he knew exactly where to touch you where it felt mind-blowingly amazing. It's like he knew exactly where to place his hands and what the next move would be just by looking into your eyes, he was absolutely infatuated with you.

You had kissed up and down the valleys of his torso may nights. You knew all the right places where it drove him wild, where he would moan your name over and over again begging you to let him release. There was no doubt about it that you had him wrapped around your finger and you knew it, you knew that all the control was in the palms of your hands and the day you left was the day you unraveled him...letting him go.

Tom shifted his stance as he stood far away from you, his body leaning up against the back of the sofa as you stood in the middle of his flat by the kitchen island, distant. You were so close yet so far away, would things ever go back to the way they were?

You snuggled close into the inside of his coat, remnants of his cologne still present around the collars. With the turn of your head, you could have recognized the scent. You took a whiff of it and despite your sadness, you couldn't help but remember that very day. It must have been the happiest day of your life but also the scariest one. Your fear of getting too close to him pooling at the pit of your stomach as you remembered the fateful day...

February 14th. Valentine's day. The Pont de Arts. It was the cheesiest and romantic day of the year. He arranged to have the perfect Valentine's day with you in Paris. It had been about of year since you both had decided to date but not officially calling each other boyfriend and girlfriend exactly. For a year the relationship had always been what others would say complicated. Constantly on and off. You would call him when you needed him and he chased after you constantly. At times you would give into his loving and caring arms feeling safe in them but scared. There was something about him that always drew you in from the start. Every time you tried to whisk away from him it's like you always went back. He had a hold on you like nobody else did.

As you both walked across the bridge it was sunset, the sun just the right shade of orange-yellow setting the scene to be absolutely perfect. The water under the bridge splashing at the hundreds and thousands of locks caged to the fencing of the bridge. Each lock having the initials of each couple engraved or painted on, each one being unique in its own way as if representing the couple that put it there.

He held your hand intertwining his fingers with yours suddenly spinning you into his arms. You let out a giggle, a smile coming about on your face as he kissed the side of your cheek. Soft tender moments like these were rare between you two, you always tried to distance yourself yet it's like you couldn't at the same time. The want and need of him were too strong but your fears were equally matched.

He rested his hands on your hips squeezing lightly as he walked the both of you closer to the fence on the bridge and staring out at the sunset. His breath hitting your ear from behind as he rested his chin on your shoulder.

"It's beautiful isn't it?"

"Yeah...it really is. Let me guess it isn't as beautiful as me though, am I right?" You questioned turning your head slightly. Your nose nuzzled into his collar, that smelled of the cologne your gifted him on his birthday. You looked up at him seeing a smile already appear on his face.

"You're always stealing my lines Y/N. Why can't you let me shine once in a while?" He questioned a small pout on his lips but turned into a chuckle as you completely turned around to meet him face to face. His hands still on your hips drawing you close.

"You're always complimenting me and spoiling me all the time, I do like to treat you, once in a while that is." You said with a little sly smirk on your lips as your hands came up to hold his cheeks, your nails just touching the surface of his skin.

"Just being here in Paris, on this bridge, right here, right now is enough of a treat for me. Getting to hold you like this is more than enough." He turned cocking his head slightly to the side just enough to nuzzle his nose with yours.

"You really are a charmer aren't you Tom? You always know what to say and when to say it, that's one of the things I love about you." Your voice whispered only loud enough to be heard just between the two of you, the rare sweet nothings that came and went as the days seemed to grow longer but fly by faster.

"Hmm, really? So what else do you love about me? I'm apparently such a good charmer that I was able to reel you in."

You paused for a moment, hesitant before choosing your words but the moment was just so right that you pushed your thoughts aside. Your words stuttering as your cheeks flushed bright pink.

"I-I mean the list could go on for forever, you're just so perfect. I'm so lucky to have you in my life. Tom, I'll always be yours and only yours darling." You said before pressing your lips against his soft ones savoring every moment of it like it was the last kiss you would ever give him.

He pushed your back into the fencing of the bridge, the cold metal of the locks hitting your legs. His hands roaming your hips squeezing tighter as he held you up against the fencing. His tongue swiping across your bottom lip asking for entrance that you gladly gave him. Your tounges danced in unison, quiet panted moans escaping the edges of both your lips during the passionate kiss. He pulled away slowly not trying to get carried away but his eyes always focusing only on you.

He reached into his back pocket holding a small gold lock in his hand. He reached for your smaller petite hand and placed it there.

"Will you do the honors darling?" He asked a smile across his lips as his eyes seemed to light up when your hand slowly closed around the lock.

"Of course, I will." You said as his hands de-attached from your hips and you bent down squinting trying to find an open spot between the hundreds of locks already placed on the fencing.

Once you found the perfect spot, your nibble fingers opened the lock and hooked it around the fence pushing the bottom half to lock with the top. You turned the golden lock to the side, the initials "T.H + Y/N.Y/LN" engraved into the lock. You smiled at it, a tear almost falling down your cheek but you promised you wouldn't cry, not here, not now, not ever. You promised yourself no matter how much it might hurt or how much you might have thought that you loved him, you didn't want to cry over a man.

As you stood back up, spinning around on the balls of your feet in the high heels you knew he loved seeing you in, the biggest smile on your face as you could have sworn this was the happiest moment of your entire life. Your eyes met his, slowly gazing down at his hands. He was holding a small velvet black box between his fingers. Your stomach was all in knots as you gasped putting your hands over your lips, breathing uneven.

"Don't panic darling it's not an engagement ring although hopefully one day I would like it to be one. The moment I saw this ring I couldn't stop thinking about you and knew I had to get it. Since you already said that you will always be mine I wanted to make it official. I'll always be yours too." His hands were shaky as he opened the little box revealing a beautiful opal gemstone surrounded by a circle of radiating diamonds from the center, the band of the ring the shiniest gold you had ever seen.

You were in a state of shock so many emotions coursing through your veins but your first reaction was to nod 'yes' over and over again as you were completely speechless at just how beautiful the ring was but more so how much you were falling only harder and harder in love with him. He happily took the ring out as you freed one hand from your shocked face letting him slide it onto your left ring finger. His touch was so tender and loving as he held your hand, the setting sunlight directly hitting the gemstone making it radiate a rainbow of colors that glowed.

"T-Tom I-I-..." You could barely even finish her sentence, dare you to say those three words to him, you refused, you wouldn't.

His hands found their way up to your face cupping your cheeks as he pressed another chaste kiss on your lips, the feeling of his soft pink lips would never get old against your own. Your hands find their way to the collar of his dress shirt, your fingers tangling into the fabric, pulling him closer than you thought imaginable. Your hips rocked forward in a grinding motion as he held her close not wanting to let go, the friction between them was like setting off fireworks.

He was able to pull away from your needy lips before he could get wildly lost in the kiss. He stared into her eyes once more his words almost being choked up by how happy he was in that one moment.

"Y/N...I love you..." He said his words passionately despite the pauses in his breathing.

You didn't have the guts to say I love you too, you just couldn't come to terms with the commitment. The moment was picture perfect, you didn't want to stop the fairytale you were living in. All you did was nod your head, biting your bottom lip and gripping his collar just a bit tighter. The ring around your finger already leaving its lasting imprint on your skin. All you could do was to continue kissing him in hopes of shutting him up so he wouldn't question why you never said I love you back.

"You still have it...? The cologne I gave you for your birthday?" Your voice echoed as tears you didn't even feel were already escaping your eyes and running down your cheek.

Tom was at a loss for words it's as if he could barely speak himself. He took a step closer to her not being able to witness her cry anymore.

"Yeah, I still have it...why are you even asking me that-" He was cut off by your sobs becoming louder and it broke his heart the more he kept staring at you and not doing anything about it.

He pulled off his t-shirt, leaving him half-naked, as he offered the shirt for you to sob into. Your fingers delicately grabbed the shirt a bit in shock, your eyes trailing to his bare chest. You hadn't seen him in so long, it was like he even wasn't real.

"Why, why would you keep it?! Why would you keep something that reminds you of the person you hate!" You asked your voice clearly in pain as you didn't even bother to grab a seat on a kitchen stool. Your body slowly sank onto the wooden floor of his flat, not caring that your clothes were drenched and your hair an utter and complete mess. Not caring that his coat was wrapped around your body, the smell only brought back memories you had so desperately tried to push away but couldn't. Your fingers tangled in the fabric of his t-shirt holding it close to your nose, his scent only making it harder to forget what you both had together in the past.

He decided to level with you and took a seat on the floor the distance between you both just a little bit shorter than before. His head pressed against the back of the sofa while you were only a few feet away, your back against the island cabinets as you both faced each other.

"I never said I hated you..." His words were delicate but cold, his eyes scanning every part of your body wanting to hold you in his arms. Going back to the way things once were.

"Then what do you feel...for me?" You questioned your eyes slowly meeting his from afar as you lowered the t-shirt that he had lent you.

"Even though you broke my heart and it hurt like hell, I still love you...like a fucking fool but I do..." He confessed his voice still low and whispered but you were able to hear him just clearly.

"After all the things, I did to you? You still love me?" You asked as if in disbelief that a man would be crazy enough to still love you after all the times you had ignored him, pushed him away, and practically used him for sex and your own pleasures.

"Yes, I do Y/N...stop making me say it. If you're here just for another one-night stand just leave. I don't need you to keep breaking my heart over and over again, it hurts enough just having to look at you." He said standing up turning away from you even though he could feel your eyes staring down his bare torso.

You stood up slowly, your steps delicate as you made your way towards him, your fingernails grazing his forearm as you reached out to stop him in his tracks. His head-turning to look into your red watery eyes. Your wet hair still dripping on your cold shoulders, your legs clearly wobbling and inching closer and he couldn't help but fall for the same thing all over again. As much as he wanted to push you away after all the shit you had put him through he just couldn't say no, it was practically impossible. No matter how many times he had told himself he wouldn't give in to your ways, he was only a man and he was completely weak for you even heartbroken and all. Sometimes he wondered was it easier just to stay with you or just go but that was something he didn't want to know.

His long curls bounced as he turned his head to keep looking at you the rest of his body followed facing you again. "Just tell me one thing..." His voice broke the silence of his apartment.

"Why did you never say it back? What kills me the most is you looked me in the damn eyes and said yes..." His voice slowly cracked into nothingness as he was choking up the urge to want to cry again as he felt a squeeze come from your small delicate hand.

Your lips slightly parted, a long sigh coming from them as you shut your eyes before giving him the answer he wanted.

"I-I-I thought that if I never said it back I would never get attached to you but the moment you pulled out the ring, my heart took over and I said yes. I was an idiot to think pushing you away would make me feel less for you but I only wanted you more. I spent months without you and I missed you, I actually was longing for you, something I had never felt for anyone in my life. I know that it's too late to say this and I shouldn't have ever come here but I would drive myself insane if I didn't even tell you that..."

She pauses her grip pulling him closer into her space. "I love you too."

His eyes glazed as he looks into her dark ones clearly full of passion and determination to make him believe you, your face in anticipation as to what he will say next or rather what would he do next. He broke away from your grasp leaving you standing there alone. His silence was scaring you, the knots in your stomach only getting worse as he walked off to the counter by the front door. He pulled out a box that was buried under a pile of clearly old PR mail. You knew that box from anywhere, the black velvet was unforgettable. That small smile of his as he opened the box with ease and he stood there as he had months ago done the same thing.

"That's all I had to hear...that you loved me back, that this wasn't just nothing."

Your face lit up just like it had the same day he had given you the ring the first time but now it felt so much more special, the emotional attachment, that baggage was there and you had never felt more emotionally attached to him before. Your hands went up to your mouth gasping like you had done that same day, tears rolling down your face in shock that he was giving you the ring again a second time, that he was letting you into his life to have a second chance. His fingers grabbed the band of the ring and his other hand slowly reached for your left hand just like that day, taking his sweet time to gently open your fisted hand till he slid the ring on your finger once more.

"I don't think I can ever explain why I love you, let alone how much I love you, but I do damn it. I don't want to waste more time away from you and I certainly don't want you to keep pushing me away. That ring belongs on your finger and I'll be damned if you ever take it off or give it back to me again." He says with a little chuckle as you also crack a smile. Your hand squeezes his as you pull yourself even closer to him, one hand resting on his shoulder. It's as if nothing had happened or changed, everything was the way it was supposed to be. All the pieces were fitting perfectly together so what was were you waiting for?

"Can I-?" You ask in a timid voice and before you could even finish your sentence, his lips were already on yours and it's like those magical fireworks were going off again.

His lips would always fit so perfectly into yours and he was truly your other half. Your nails dug into his skin as you were hungry for more, just to feel him once more to just to give him all the love he deserved. You pulled away just for a quick moment looking him in the eyes as you couldn't stop the stream of tears going down your face.

"I'm so sorry...I was an idiot and I let my fear of commitment ruin what we had. I don't ever want to let you go again. I love you, I love you so much you have no idea...I just hope you can keep on loving me." You whisper to him as his forehead is pressed against yours, his breathing heavy as he pulls away a bit more to see your whole face in focus. His two hands cupped your face and his thumb gently brushed away your tears.

"I never stopped loving you darling...and I don't think I ever will." He says with a smile, his eyes holding back tears as he embraces you close.

"I love you for tonight and every night after that, forever..." You whisper as you press one last kiss on his lips and all you can seem to do is continue to smile like an idiot knowing you finally have him back.

"Forever and always...Y/N." His hands hold you as close as possible as he finally takes a deep breath knowing he is finally with you and that you won't be going anywhere anytime soon.

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Love Language|| Jujutsu Kaisen

“I wanna be fluent in your love language. Learning your love language.”

A/N: If you didn’t guess from the tagline this is inspired by the song love language by Kehlani. I’ll probably do more of these with different shows and what not because why not. If I missed anyone lmk and I can make a part 2. Also please tag spoilers appropriately esp for manga readers, that being said spoilers for the prequel? manga on Yuuta’s part.

Characters: Itadori, Fushiguro, Kugisaki, Maki, Inumaki, Okkotsu, Gojo, Nanami, Sukuna

Warnings: said it b4 but spoiler warnings in general but esp on Yuuji, Yuuta, and Maki’s parts

Plot synopsis: The 5 love languages; physical affection, quality time, words of affirmation, gift giving and acts of service, and how each jujutsu kaisen character shows their love and affection for you. Ft. a gender neutral reader!

Word count: 2352

Itadori Yuuji

Love Language: Quality time and physical affection

Ok listen-

So for physical affection, Yuuji’s just that kind of person

He is all about giving to you

He’s holding hands with you if you’re ever walking anywhere, and if you’re not a hand holder pls pls pls let him hold your pinky he likes the reassurance

No but seriously he loves to hold you like yall could be walking in completely opposite directions and he’ll try to find some way to hold onto you until the very last second

And even then he’s all ‘:( babe imy’

‘Yuuji we just talked 2 minutes ago’

Another way he shows his love is through quality time

I think for him this is the biggest thing overall, esp as a jujutsu sorcerer bcus you never know yk but also because you’re important to him

Like remember how he literally went to occult club so that he could get out of school in time to go visit his grandpa...ye :(

He also loves finding dumb touristy things to do with you while in Tokyo or anywhere yall go together on a mission

If you get together before he died and came back then that time he had to spend away from you literally killed him

Like my mans was goin THROUGH it

He almost considered spoiling Gojo’s secret

When he sees you again, he’s not gonna let go for like a solid day

Fushiguro Megumi

Love Language: acts of service and words of affirmation

This boy loves you so much

He loves to tell you all the things he loves about you when you’re alone

But he’s a little awkward with his words sometimes, hence where acts of service come in

He’ll immediately offer to hold your things, run to help you train or study, and if you’re cold? He’s fully prepared to never see his jacket again

Also he can’t cook but he’s fully prepared to suffer hearing Sukuna and suffering through Yuuji’s antics if it means he can learn how to make your favorite food

He also will surprise you by making you a playlist of all the songs that you’ve had stuck in your head and sends it to you randomly out of the blue one day like ‘thought you might like this’

However the best of both worlds is when he leaves you little notes throughout the day or sends you texts asking if you need anything or just encouraging you to keep going

Negl he’s lowkey the president of the Y/N support club bcus-

You need anything? It’s yours

Cravings? Sad? Angry? What do you need bby, I’ve got it for you

Also he’s totally the type to be like you need help fuckin this person up?

Also before yall started dating, Fushiguro was a mess

He was constantly asking to spar with you and go on missions, basically anything he could do to be near you

End of the day, Fushiguro loves you and makes sure you know it whether it’s through his actions or his words

Kugisaki Nobara

Love Language: physical affection

So, she’s not the best with words, she tries but like someone help her bcus she is LOST

Like when she had a crush on you she was like “c’mere dumbass i wanna give you a hug”

In fact, she still is like “c’mere” but now you are dating :)

She loves you though and at first she doesn’t really know how to show it

But one day you both come home from training and you just look at each other like ‘yeah today sucks’ and yall both just held each other for the rest of the day

After that, she decided that she wants to do that with you but like always

She’s holding your hand, kissing your cheek when you go shopping, etc. etc.

She really loves to cling to you because she always has this fear that maybe one day you’ll get killed or just disappear so she figures might as well hold onto you for as long as we’ve got

After missions, she’s running up to you and if you aren’t prepared for the tackle, you’re probably gonna fall

On dates too, like if you guys have to meet up for a date, she’s tackling you

On the subject of dates...

She doesn’t mind PDA, and while she might hold your hand or arm so that you don’t get separated

She also doesn’t mind wiping food off your face and eating it, only to then kiss the spot on your face the food was previously at

She will split her shopping load between the two of you, however she will be slightly pouty if she’s carrying more than you (she then cheers up when she realizes she can do more shopping to “balance” the two of you)

In private she’s very cuddly and kissy which honestly isn’t that bad until it gets hot

At which point she’ll just say turn on the ac or convince you to walk around in a tank top (or something like it) so that she can continue holding you

Tbh she prefers the big spoon, but if she’s ever upset you let her be the little spoon >:(

All in all a very loving girlfriend who tries her best to show how much she loves you by glomping you at any given moment.

Zenin Maki

Love language: acts of service and quality time

So you’re telling me that Maki wouldn’t immediately go out of her way to make sure her and her s/o can spend as much time together as possible?????

Like she’s super observant (which can cause her to be a bit harsh, see Yuuta) but she can always tell what’s bothering you

So if you’re upset that you haven’t been spending enough time together due to her being out on missions or otherwise busy she’s immediately running to finish her stuff and spend time with you.

((She’s very sorry, but on the bright side she brought your favorites!))

Maki is also an acts of service type

This mostly ties in with her kind of direct action way of thinking

She thinks she’s slick but you can always see her sneaking around to do small things like grabbing your laundry for you and folding it

She’s very much like if you love someone, you gotta prove it

Overall, dates with her are very intimate and personal to the two of you

Like she’ll take you to a frog pond you landed in during a fight once

Or you’ll take her to a street fair that serves this exclusive food that Maki mentioned wanting to try

However, Maki shows her love through quality time and acts of service and while she does receive love from these to a degree, she is very much a words of affirmation gal

She’s not insecure in her day to day life but she has her moments, everyone does

Sometimes, she’ll feel like shit and a failure and all she wants is for you to say that she’s doing amazing and that she’s a great girlfriend.

Inumaki Toge

Love language: Physical affection

Because of his curse, he can’t exactly express how he feels about you through words

He does text you frequently throughout the day (I’ll have to do a hc abt that someday)

But he’d prefer not to be on his phone to communicate if you’re right in front of him

So he does the next best thing and just smothers you in physical affection

He loves kissing you the most

Like he could spend hours just kissing you if you let him (please let him)

But in public, he gets if you’re not a big fan of pda he’s willing to tone it down as long as he gets kisses later in private

He’d still prefer it if you held his hand or linked pinkies maintaining touch in some way

Also, unrelated, but it means so much to him if you try to understand his sushi language

He knows realistically the foundation of any relationship is communication so already he’s at a disadvantage because of his curse

But if he sees you like take notes after he says something or start to need him to text you to translate, his heart is swelling

Like ‘omg this person loves me enough to learn a whole new language <333′

Another tangent but before you were together he was struggling so muchhhh

Like how does one express their feelings for someone without words?

If you’re Inumaki, you buy some flowers and text said person to meet you at a cafe

It took an embarrassingly long time for you to realize it was a date, but once you did, you ever so gently linked pinkies with Toge

Okkotsu Yuuta

Love language: words. of. affirmation.

He’s literally so sensitive please tell him you love him regularly

In return he’ll be sure to tell you how much he loves you too

He knows that he can’t really be there for you as much as he’d like but he likes to let you know that he’s thinking of you

Doesn’t matter the time, if you call, he’s answering

If he doesn’t he’ll cry he’ll immediately call you back and is apologizing for missing your call

You assure him it’s no big deal but the man has his volume turned all the way up and changed your ringtone to one specific for you by the time you’ve even said hey

Aside from that, he really is sensitive

He’s been through a lot especially with Rika as well as growing up alone and bullied

So for him, it’s everything to hear that you like having him around and don’t think he’s too much or anything like that

Of course, he gets better with time, trusting you and having the confidence in himself to not need constant assurance

That being said, if you ever just whisper in his ear, “I love you, Yuuta.”

That’s not your boyfriend, that’s a puddle of love on the floor

(Maki, Panda, and Inumaki had a field day when they saw him, Fushiguro now questions if Yuuta really is a respectable 2nd year.)

Gojo Satoru

Love language: gift giving and quality time

So Gojo doesn’t exactly get to spend a ton of time

Between missions, him beefing with higher ups, and you and him playing parent the baby sorcerers yall don’t exactly get time to go out much

In which case Gojo tends to default to two options:

He’ll either go the extra mile to try and spend time with you

Whether that be an at home date where he tries and fails to surprise you with a home cooked meal

Or a date out at a restaurant or cafe (which you tend to visit after his home cooking efforts)

OR he’ll bring you various souvenirs from his missions

He loves to spoil you, and if he could he’d probably bring you back a whole store’s worth of stuff

But alas, airport security regulations

Anyways, he loves to spoil you especially if he can spoil you with sweets because it benefits him in two ways

He treasures all the time you spend together, and he does try to overcompensate for his absence with gifts

Despite your assurances, it’s kind of a guilty pleasure at this point (just let him, trying to argue just goads him on further)

He doesn’t only buy you small things, he enjoys buying you outfits

And he especially likes seeing you in them

Kento Nanami

Love Language: acts of service

Y’all remember the episode where he killed that curse that was bothering that baker lady?? Yea that

He’s literally such an acts of service boyfriend it’s not even funny

Before you got together, he would memorize your coffee order and bring you a cup pretty much everyday like clockwork

Now that you’re togehter, he wakes up before you so h=that when you wake up there’s the smell of coffee throughout the house

When you come out of you’re shared bedroom and he’s just scrooling through his phone like “mornin’”

Of course you already made the bed and ironed his clothes because relationships are give and take

And then when you leave for your jobs in the morning, he kisses you and holds the door open for you

He’ll draw a bath for you if he gets home before you, if you let him join or not is up to you

Also, if you ever get sick, he’s actually the best

Like he isn’t the best cook but he can heat up soup and tea

He’ll run to the store while you’re asleep and when you wake up, there’s like a whole tray of food in front of you and he’s like ‘it’s important to eat and drink so your body can heal’

And when you inevitably fall asleep after eating and taking medicine at his insistence, he tucks you in and clears away the dishes, exiting with little more than a kiss to your head

Ryoumen Sukuna

Love Language: gift giving and acts of service

So like Sukuna never says he loves you...ever

But he does notice if someone or something’s making you uncomfortable, and if so, said entity’s head will be presented to you later that day

You also just so happen to be the only person he can tolerate being around him for longer than 20 seconds

He also loves to give you jewelry, he likes seeing you adorned in something from him

He also isn’t gonna just handle all your problems for you, he will push you to become stronger by training with you

He’ll also expect this energy to be reciprocated, as long as you’re pushing yourself to be better, he’s content with that

(He wants to see you grow because he’s scared that if he ever gets caught lackin one day you’ll end up dead)

He’ll never tell you or admit it, but Sukuna truly does care for you and hold you in a regard that he doesn’t have for others

So be grateful jkjk

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Insecure Love (SS)

By yan-senna

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This one shot contains Severus Snape x reader. I only own Y/N who is the same age as Severus.

This is a request from @zyfe4 here on Tumblr / Zyfe on AO3. Thank you for your request!

Y/N is Severus’ girlfriend. One day while he’s at a staff meeting, she decides to surprise him by cleaning up in his private chambers. Will their relationship change when she finds a photograph of Lily Potter under his bed?

Word count: 1.4k

Published: 4/4/2022

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Author’s note:

By the way, I will post a one shot every Monday instead of Sunday from now on! 😇 I hope you enjoy!

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TW: Angst (happy ending, though!)

Y/N is in Severus Snape’s private chambers in Hogwarts, cleaning up before he returns from a staff meeting.

She knows how much these meetings stress the Potions Master out, so she has decided to help keep his place neat and tidy for when he gets home. Hopefully it will make him a little less stressed when looking at a clean place instead of a place in total chaos.

“Total chaos” might be a bit of an exaggeration, but still.

She first starts with the small kitchen and living room. Once everything is spotless and looks much better, she tackles his bedroom.

Once she enters, she can’t help but smile as the first thing she spots is a picture of Severus and her. He was really reluctant at first, but she’s so glad that she convinced him to be in the picture.

She and Severus have been together for almost eight months. She couldn’t ask for anyone better - he might be mean and sarcastic, but deep down, there’s a loving and kind man.

Smiling to herself, she starts cleaning the room. As she does so, she finds a picture hidden under the bed. She raises an eyebrow in confusion. Why would he hide a picture?

She slowly grabs the photograph and turns it around. Now she’s even more confused - in the photograph is Lily Potter. It looks like somebody else was originally next to her, but they have been ripped off.

Y/N has never felt this confused before. Why does Severus have a picture of Harry Potter’s deceased mother?

She thinks about it for a while. They were friends when they were younger. He was always together with her until she ended their friendship…

Realisation suddenly hits her. Severus must have been in love with her.

Could he still be after all these years? Why else would he have a picture of her?

She starts feeling rather insecure. If he still has a picture of her and still loves her… Does that mean he doesn’t love Y/N? What if he never has?

She tries her best not to let her tears fall. If he really doesn’t love her, then they wouldn’t be together, right?

Unless Y/N is just here for convenience, for emotional support? A fix to a broken heart that has never moved on?

She falls down to the floor, allowing herself to cry.

“What if he never loved me?” she whispers to herself, sobbing.

After crying for a few minutes, she wipes away her tears before putting the picture back where she found it.

She won’t tell him, she can’t tell him. Neither that she found the picture nor about her feelings.

Unless she should? He might break up with her, though. Unless he was going to do that anyway?

She slowly stands up, taking a few deep breaths. She’s so confused - what should she do?

She’s startled when somebody enters the room.

“I’m back” Severus announces, sounding tired and irritated.

Y/N makes sure her eyes are no longer red and there are no tears on her cheeks before facing him.

“I cleaned up while you were gone. I hope everything went well” she says, trying not to show how she really feels.

Sighing, Severus wraps his arms around her before resting his head on her shoulder.

She can’t help but stiffen. Would he hug her if he truly didn’t like her? Or perhaps he would want comfort from anyone?

“Thank you, love. Would you mind joining me in bed? I’m just really tired” he almost whispers.

Y/N slowly nods as she helps him over to the bed. She helps him undress before covering them both with the duvet.

He kisses her cheek. “Good night, darling. I love you” he mutters before closing his eyes.

“I love you too” she whispers, wiping away her tears that threaten to fall.

Does he truly love her?

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Ever since finding the picture, Y/N has kept her distance from Severus. She’s sure it won’t be long before he ends their relationship, so why even waste time and energy on seeing him?

It’s been almost a week. She has felt so depressed ever since finding out that he loves Lily Potter. Which is why she has kept her distance - she’s not sure how long she can hide her emotions from him.

If he really loves Lily Potter, then why are they still together?

What if she’s just being silly?

She sighs before taking a sip of her firewhiskey. Alcohol has helped her a bit. Or perhaps it has just made it worse.

She honestly can’t tell, all she knows is that she’s confused.

Does Severus love her or not?

Her thoughts are interrupted as there’s a knock on her door.

“Just one second” she mutters, sighing before putting down her glass.

She stands up from her couch and walks over to the door. As she opens it, she’s met by Severus.

“Hello, Y/N. May I come in?” he asks.

Sighing to herself, Y/N nods before stepping aside so he can enter. He immediately does so and spots the firewhiskey.

“Drinking, are we?” he questions as he raises an eyebrow.

As she doesn’t answer, he sighs before gently grabbing her hands.

“I have noticed your behaviour has changed lately… Why are you keeping your distance from me, Y/N?” he asks, hurt evident in his eyes.

Y/N sighs as well. “When I cleaned up in your private chambers, I found a picture… of Lily Potter” she admits.

Severus widens his eyes. “Where did you find it?” he asks, confused.

“Under your bed” she tells him, waiting for him to yell at her, to tell her how little he means to her.

He does neither. Instead, he chuckles.

“I see, I wondered where I put it” he says.

That confuses Y/N. “What? You forgot where you put it?” she questions.

He nods. “Yes, I did. I haven’t looked at it in a long time. That doesn’t mean I have forgotten her, of course” he states.

That makes Y/N’s heart sink. He never forgot her. He probably still loves her.

Severus gently grabs her chin to make her look at him.

“I can tell that something is bothering you, Y/N. What is it?” he asks, pleading with her.

She gulps. “Lily Potter… You love her, don’t you?” she asks, tears in her eyes.

After a few seconds, Severus laughs.

Y/N closes her eyes. Great, he does love Lily. He has never loved Y/N. Now he’s going to tell her that he never wishes to see her again-

“Is that why you have been ignoring me? Because you thought I loved Lily Potter more than you?” he questions, looking a bit amused.

That confuses Y/N. “Does that mean you don’t? Does that mean you… love me?” she asks, biting her lip. She’s really nervous to hear his answer.

Severus looks at her in disbelief. “Of course I love you, Y/N. I have ever since meeting you. How could you think otherwise? I love you so much, Y/N. Why do you think I invite you to my private chambers? Why do you think I’m affectionate with you? I would never let anyone touch me. Except for you” he says before kissing her.

Y/N kisses back, sighing in relief. She however can’t help but feel silly and a bit guilty. All this time she questioned his love for her when he clearly does indeed love her.

“I’m sorry, Sev. I’m so sorry for questioning you” she apologises, her tears once again leaving her eyes.

He shushes her while wiping away her tears with his thumb.

“You have nothing to apologise for, love. I should have told you about Lily and I a long time ago. I did love her once, but not anymore. Ever since meeting you, I almost forgot her. Just almost - you never forget a dear friend. She was my best friend, possibly my only friend. Believe me when I say I love you with all my heart, and I always will. Always” he assures her as he kisses her once more.

Y/N kisses back as she wraps her arms around him, feeling so happy.

Severus does indeed love her - and she loves him as well.

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Author’s note:

If you liked this, then you might also like You Lost Your Chance (LM, SS) and Regret (SS)!

The next one shot “Shooting Star Pt. 4” (SS x Muggle from our world! reader) will be published on 4/11/2022!

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widow-maximov · 3 years

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I'll be your knight

Pairing: Natasha x Fem Reader

Warning: Language, fluff, angst, smut.

Summary: Dealing with sexism is a real struggle but eventually a line is crossed and anger is unleashed.

A/n: This is my first time writing smut so hopefully it's good enough :3

Word count: 3.5k

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Being an Avenger isn't easy, especially for any women that join the life style of a hero. You had to put up with sexist comments all the time, most of the time it didn't really bother you but the more you heard random men talking about your best friend like she was some toy, the more it annoyed you.

The comments towards you stopped when you were recruited by Tony Stark, there was some level respect for you and you kind of liked it.

You had some issues with opening up to the team but when Wanda, showed you they are harmless, you slowly opened up more and more as you knew that they were going to be your new family from now on.

Everyone on the team warned you about the one particular redhead but you didn't listen, you wanted to be her friend, she looked scary but is an actual softie, but only around you.

It took time for the Russian to even greet you when she saw you but for you it was worth it, you respected her and always been there for her when she had no one to turn to.

She warmed up to you as she saw the security you were offering her, and you never backed down from your offer, she wasn't keen on your presence but had to learn to accept it.

Even if she didn't trust you fully, that was okay. You trusted her with everything because you knew she was a human just like you and no doubt needed someone to lean on.

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You walked around, exploring the place that now it was your new home, you never saw anything more fancy than this place, the room you were staying in was more than enough for 4 people.

Your own tv along with your own big walk in closet and your own bathroom, literally a five star hotel, you didn't complain at all, you were just shocked at how spacious this all was.

Each room was bigger than the other and it was starting to get all confusing, when you left the room, you would get mixed up with the way you walked in.

You loved it but at the same time you hated it, you accidently bumped into the Russian, she looked sweaty in her work out clothes and you stared at her with awkwardness.

She eyed you and cleared her throat, attempting to walk past you and continue where she was going but you stopped her "I'm sorry to disturb you but I just want to know where I can find the gym"

You rubbed your neck awkwardly "I- um- I tried searching everywhere but I'm lost"

Usually when people stutter around Natasha, it meant they were obviously attracted to her but with how you stood and looked away from her just showed her that you were afraid of her.

She didn't smile or anything "Walk straight until you reach the end of the hall and turn left"

You looked at her but she was already on her way so you shouted "Thank you!"

You made your way with her instructions of where to go, she knew how to hide her emotions but it was totally shocking for you how she never had a smile across her lips.

This was your first real conversation, not the hello's or goodbye's. It was a proper conversation, well kind of a proper but it was a start and that's what made you happy.

Second encounter with the redhead was a lot better, the two of you actually had a normal conversation in the morning, you were barely awake so coffee was your way of helping with that.

Walking into the kitchen, not really expecting anyone up early this morning, but the sight of the yawning Russian met your eyes, you smiled at her the best you could as you turned to make yourself a coffee.

"You know there is a coffee maker here?" Her naturally raspy voice spoke which caused you to look at her.

"Yeah I seen it but I have no idea how to use it" You confessed, you weren't embarrassed, you just weren't that fancy to ever own one or even be around one.

She turned around without a word and pulled out a cup, placing it underneath the little nozzle and within seconds the coffee poured out, she took the cup and placed it down as she slid it towards you.

You looked at her and then back at the coffee "Thank you Natasha"

She nodded as she sipped on her own drink "Since you are the only person who is up right now, you mind taking a look at this report, I'm not really sure what it means"

You was taken back, she was asking you for help? Shouldn't she know all of the reports like the back of her hand? She noticed your silence "Or you don't have to, I'll probably figure-"

"No, no I have nothing to do today so I don't mind helping" You smiled and took the coffee with you as you followed her into the room where she had a loads of reports laid out.

You looked at all of them "You know you can work on two reports at a time?"

She nodded "I know but the more I do within a certain time, the less I have later on"

You nodded as you sipped your warm coffee, it was very different to what you were used to, but this was definitely easier to get used to. It was the first time Natasha spent more than 2 minutes with you and you were more than happy to accept that.

So from that time, the two of you worked every morning with each other on reports, you learnt so much from her and in some way she learnt more about you rather than from you, she was impressed by your calmness with her constant questions.

To be fair you wanted to open up to the Russian, she had that safety vibe coming of her and you knew that she would never betray you or your trust that you put in her.

The mornings spent on reports also turned into evenings and soon there was movies every other day, she loved horror movies but you on the other hand loved action movies, there was plenty of action as a hero of the world but it never was enough.

She started to show herself around you more often and you really liked how you could make her laugh with simply couple words. She loved how close she gotten to you and how you trusted her with everything.

She had some doubt but you were always to reassure her, she was thankful for it each time, so in return she would ask you questions about yourself and you never hesitated for a moment to tell her.

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But the problem was that not everyone saw it like that, they saw her for her body but not for her heart which is one of many reasons to why she was slow at opening up.

It angered you that people didn't want to treat her like anyone else, just because she was gorgeous didn't automatically make her less of a human.

Today was one of those days where you were busy, like busy busy, overloaded with bunch of reports that needed to be sorted before the next day, so you spent your whole day in you room, you glared at the clock on the wall.

You was doing this for 6 hours straight, no breaks so you decided to just do that. You stood up and stretched out, walking out of your room without anyone around, it did ignite curiosity in you so you walked around cautiously to see what was the deal.

Three of your teammates with two random agents were placed on the couch in the living room, trapping Natasha in between them, from her body language she didn't want to be there.

Bruce and Bucky along with Steve seem to laugh at the agents jokes, you moved closer to the door as you listened to what they were saying.

"Come on Natasha, you should do that power pose and show off that body" One of the agents spoke up as they eyed the Russian.

The other agent tried to move closer to her but hesitated, knowing she could easily tackle him "You can't let that body go to waste"

The anger was raising as words spilled out of their mouths, why didn't Steve stop them? Did he really think that as well?

"I was near to tapping that ass but you know women" Bruce made a comment as he laughed along with the agents.

"If she dyed her hair blonde, the amount of jokes we could make then" Bucky smirked as he spoke loudly.

Natasha was just taking in all of the comments, you could see across her face that she didn't enjoy it at all, so she stood up and what they did next made you finally act.

They all looked at her ass and whistled "Romanoff, you should dance for us, show off those curves"

"I am a little hungry as well, you might as well move that pretty ass of yours and make us something to eat" One of the agents spoke up as he laughed.

You walked in as you raised your brows at the 5 men sitting and eyeing Natasha as a piece of meat, you pulled her into you causing her to jump a little but relax when she realised it was you.

They all looked at you and the other agent smirked "Are yous going to put on a lesbian show for us?"

Now you wasn't just unimpressed but also pissed, you pulled yourself away from the Russian as you stepped forwards in front of Natasha "Listen here you little dick, If I hear that you even looked at Natasha in any way, I will fucking haunt you and make sure you don't live to see tomorrow"

His friend was terrified, he gulped when you looked at him "As for you, I want you to go and make her a fucking five star meal and if it's not good, I swear to god you'll regret being born"

He shook his head so fast as he stood up but you stopped him with your powers "You want a show? I will fucking give you a show"

You gripped his face, squishing his cheeks very firmly, your hand started to glow blue as you made him hallucinate that he was in pain, from the fact that he couldn't move and he felt as if his skin was being peel off he only could scream.

You looked at the 4 men who looked very terrified of you, your eyes had flames and you wasn't going to go easy, on neither of them "If any of you ever comment anything sexist or inappropriate about any woman, including Natasha. I will make your life a living hell"

"Do yous understand?"

They shook their heads and scattered away from you as fast as they could, you let go of the dude in front of you, he looked weak but he gotten up so fast that you could swear he had powers as well.

You turned towards Natasha, worried "Are you okay? Did they touch you?"

You looked her up and down as you made your way towards her, she shook her head with a small smile. You pulled her into a hug as a single tear slid down Natasha's face.

You pulled away as you wiped that tear off with your thumb "Why didn't you act Nat?"

"What's the point? It wont stop them from saying what they want Y/n/n"

The pain in your heart was strong at the words, how could any woman not be scared of what could happen if they do protest against men.

You cupped her face as you looked into her eyes "Natasha Romanoff, I promise you that I will protect you from their filthy mouths"

She smiled, this time it met her eyes which caused you to smile. You crushed on Natasha for a long time and promised yourself that when the time was right you would tell her but each time it was harder to do so.

Her and Bruce at the time were something but when she decided to break it off, you were there for her you told her she didn't need to tell you the reason to why she decided that but reassured her that it was probably a good reason to do so.

Now you are holding her face as her eyes are locked with yours, you could feel those butterflies in your stomach raise up "I will be your knight in casual clothes because armour isn't my style"

She laughed with her whole heart, causing you to laugh as well "Gosh I love you.."

You froze at her words, and so did she, her eyes widen at her words but she knew there was no way out of this so she pulled her sleeve and started to fidget with it.

Your hands were on her face but dropped at those words, you stood still trying to understand what just happened, she continued as she looked down "I hope that's okay but I love you Y/n"

You couldn't believe your ears, the woman who always had trouble opening up, right now was vulnerable with her whole heart to you and you was stuck, frozen as you stared at her.

"I never had anyone stand up for me the way to did today, I started to realise that I had feelings that one day when you were near to death on that mission" She was still fidgeting with her sleeve.

"It's okay if you don't feel the same way but you just needed to know.." She confessed, she was standing in front of you holding her heart out in her hands, offering you to take it.

You smiled whole heartily as you looked into her eyes when you pulled her face by her chin "It's more than okay Tasha"

Your hands dropped to her hips as you pulled her in closer to you "Because I love you too"

That look in her eyes, you could see that she had those butterflies too, her eyes locked with yours, she tilted her head slightly to the side and crashed her lips against yours.

Her hands were placed on the back of your neck pulling you deeper into her kiss, you slowly backed her into the wall and when her back hit the wall, she gasped which you used the opportunity to slide your tongue inside her mouth.

The kiss became heated real quick, forgetting that the two of you were still in the public place, only when someone cleared their throat, make the two of you look where the sound came from.

Natasha hid her face in the crook of your neck as she quietly laughed at how awkward that is, you pulled yourself away from her as you looked in the direction of Tony, who looked at you with pure disgust.

"As if you never done this, but sorry you had to witness..." You rolled your eyes at him at first but looked over at Natasha who was still leaning on the wall "This"

She smiled as she intertwined her hand with yours and tugged it to pull you out of the living room, the two of you made it to her room but it wasn't long before you reclaimed her lips with your own.

This time it was a little bit more gentle, you backed her up to the bed as the back of her leg hit the bed frame, before you pushed her back and claimed on top of her.

The only light was the moonlight that was shining through the blinds, you kissed her passionately and redirected your kisses down to her neck, she moved her face to the side giving you more access to her neck.

You left marks as you slightly stank your teeth in but sucked the spot right after, earning a few small moans from the redhead beneath you, she was slowly turning into a mess but she managed to slightly pull you away.

"Don't you have a lot of work?" She asked a little worried but lust was more visible.

"It can wait" You declared as you looked into her eyes "Are you sure you want this?"

She smiled at you being caring and asking for consent "I want this детка (baby)"

You smirked as you placed a soft kiss on her lips and returned to her neck, giving it a couple more kisses and slowly moving down, the only thing that stopped you was the material of her clothes.

She slightly lifted herself off as you pulled her shirt off, exposing her upper body, you looked at her in admiration, her eyes had slight doubt across them but you were quick to reassure her.

"You are beautiful Tasha" You meant every word that came out of your mouth.

There was a blush across her cheeks as she smiled at you, your hand reached for the back of her bra as you unhooked it and pulled it off her.

You took couple of seconds to admire the view before attaching your mouth to her nipple, she bit her bottom lip to prevent her from moaning.

Your free hand glued itself to the other breast, giving it the same amount of attention as your mouth did, you moved your lips to her ear as your hand kept playing with her now hard nipple.

"I want to hear you Natty" You whispered into her ear and with that Natasha moaned into your ear causing a small smirk to settle on your lips.

You continued to kiss down her body until you reached the bottom of her stomach, you looked up at her to see if she was okay, she nodded to give you the confirmation.

You pulled her shorts off along with her underwear, exposing the bottom half of her body, you could smell her arousal which only fuel you on.

You teased her as you kissed her inner thigh, leaving marks there as well, you would from time to time lock eyes with her. You moved closer to her pussy, teasing her with your tongue causing some frustrated moans to escape her mouth.

Her hips would buck as you would teasingly lick her wet folds, she looked down at you as her eyes were consumed with lust "Please Y/n! Just fuck me already"

That's all you needed to hear before you attached your mouth to her dripping pussy, giving her clit the attention first as the more louder moans escaped her mouth.

You gripped her with your hands as your tongue worked it's magic against her hard clit, she was gripping the bed sheets as moans were spilling out of her lips, not caring if anyone heard.

You moved one of your hands as you slipped one of your fingers inside her and without letting her adjust you started to thrust into her, the feeling of pleasure was building up quickly in the bottom of her stomach with each thrust.

"Oh god" Those were the only words she managed to choke out, she was soaked which stoked up your own arousal along with her moans.

Her hips were quick to match your pace as you thrusted, bringing her closer and closer, you pushed the second finger inside and this time you curled the two fingers, hitting her spot all over again.

One of her hands gripped your arm as her nails dug into your skin, the other hand was still tightly gripping the bedsheet, her head was thrown back as you came up to her face.

Your pace of your fingers never slowing down but thrusting harder and fast "Let me show you how you should be treated instead darling.."

You kissed her lips as she moaned, you moved back down as you felt her walls tighten, knowing she was about to cum. You pushed your fingers even deeper into her, her breathing was heavy letting out low and loud moans.

You watched as the orgasm consumed Natasha with your name falling freely from her lips, you slowed down your thrusts to let her ride out her orgasm, holding her steady pulling your fingers out of her as you licked her clean, and moved back up to her lips.

Kissing her as she slightly moaned at the taste of herself into the kiss, you pulled away from her as she was still breathing heavily, staring into your eyes with a smile.

"Now it's your turn" She spoke in between breathes.

You shook your head "Not today darling, today's focus is you.."

You stripped yourself naked as you pressed your warm body against Natasha, glaring at the marks you left and holding her tight in your arms as she slowly calmed down from her high.

You were sure in this moment that you wanted to hear her moan your name till the rest of your life, it was the music to your ears and you didn't want it any other way.

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darylsgirl · 3 years

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I was claimed by Daryl Fucking Dixon NSFW 18+ Daryl Dixon & Reader

Summary:

Your sick of waiting for Daryl to make a move or even speak to you and decide to dress up to do your chores hoping you’ll catch his eye.

You manage more than that He gets jealous when other men/ and one woman ;) show an interest and he admits he’s wanted you all this time an roughly claims you.

*Heyyy to anyone who reads this! If anyone reads this Haha, This is my first ever attempt at fan fic and it kind of got away from me and is a lot more intense than i thought it would be! If there’s anything you don’t like about this please feel free to tell me! I’d love to improve for my next one :) Hope y’all are having a great day wherever you are :)*

How long had it been? Since the end of it all?

Since all those carefree nights we used to stay up drink, party & Fuck.

Months? Years?

It felt like all time stood still when He found me.

I was alone, Terrified & hiding in an abandoned liquor store when I heard them, I Snuck to the window and saw the biggest herd of walkers I had ever seen. I made sure all the bottle’s i had scavenged were wrapped up in my clothes to dampen the noise and waited for a break in the herd so I could make a run for it to my bike just across the road. After what felt like hours there it was my chance i put my hand on the door handle but before I was even able to twitch the handle, I felt a hand clamp over my mouth and drag me backwards away from my chance of escape.

“Fuck you think your doin girl, Tryna get yourself eaten!” I stared up at the man before me with his hand still over my mouth. His angry eyes met mine and I stopped fighting gazing up into those piercing blue eyes. That was the last thing I saw before the pistol came down on my temple.

I woke with a bag over my head and my wrists bound, I was in a car and I could hear the engine stopping and the brakes kicking in ‘Shit’ . I thought I had no time to think of a way out of this. Two doors slammed shut and I could hear two men arguing.

“Answer me, Fuck did you hit her for Merle. She’s only a girl she couldn’t av ‘urt us, She looked me in ma eyes. There was no fight just fear”

“Bitch had it comin Daryl, Tryna kill hersel and take us with her”

“Did’n even no we were there, Or are you that shit of a hunter yous unable to sneak up on people naw, Stop being an asshole and get the fuck outta ma way”

The car boot opened and someone lifted me out by putting a hand under my knees and one under my head cradling me, he held me tightly with my head in his chest. I inhaled and could smell his manly scent, It was intoxicating, He held me for a moment more before he set on my feet; next the bag was ripped off my face. Instinctively I winced waiting to see if the light would blind me but all was still dark around and i could see we were in a forest. The man with the mesmerising eyes gripped my arm and started walking me into the woods.

A logical person would feel fear at this point but there was something about those eyes, I just trusted him.

“Got a lil way’s to go, ya ok walkin? Or you need me to carry you rest of the ways?” His southern drawl mixed with those blue eyes made my knees go weak. I stumbled slightly then stood again and kept one foot in front of the other. I nodded to the man that I was ok and kept going.

Fifteen minutes later we arrived at the edge of a camp, A few people rushed forward “Shit what happened to her?” “Has she been bit?” “Why is her head covered in blood?” “Where did you find her?”

Daryl rolled his eyes and replied “Merle, No she aint, Merle again annnd liquor store.” He said the last answer with a smirk.

I scowled at the pair and dropped my mouth open to throw a few choice words their way when I was stopped by Merle grabbing me and spinning me round to face him, He moved some hair out of my face, fingers lingering near my mouth and said.

“Girl looks mighty fine to me, Pretty face not messed up, not one bit! And I do love me a pretty face sweetheart” he winked at me moving his hand from my mouth to my throat he pulled me close to him wrapping his other arm around my back to pull our pelvises close together so I could feel his growing erection against my stomach. “How about it honey” He said winking again

I drew my head back with the intention of smashing his nose, When we were tackled to the floor Merle was pulled away from me and i rolled onto my back and back on to my feet, I looked back at the two brothers and saw Daryl’s hand smashing into his brothers face whilst he was shouting “I’ll mess up your face you asshole”

Daryl was dragged off Merle by two men, Merle got to his feet and laughed “It’s allllll good baby bro, I’ll forget about this, this time. I know how feral you get when you see a pussy you wanna claim.”

Daryl locked eyes with me as Merle said this then spat at the ground at Merle’s Feet He picked up his crossbow off the ground and stormed off towards the woods shouting “Man forget ya, I had enough of your shit for one night” over his shoulder.

That was months ago now, That night the group took me in and took care of me and I took care of them. We moved from the original camp to the CDC then a farm and now we are in a prison in Georgia. The prison has been good to us so far, there was that run in with a crazy guy who called himself the governor and we lost a few of our family. But we persevered and built this place into a home and soon started bringing in new people to help run our home and join our family.

In the time i had been with this group i had noticed there were a lot of frustrated people here, Especially the men, I can’t get through a day without some proposition or another. I also can’t say that I didn't enjoy the attention, It had been awhile since I had felt another's hands on my body and I craved it, I craved it more than air at times and the person I craved it the most from had decided to pretend I didn't exist. But that didn’t stop me from going to bed each night with my wandering hands and relieving my aching pussy with the thoughts of his hands exploring my body and that voice groaning in my ear. Hit the spot every time.

There had been a few men that had caught my attention but after a few conversations and meet ups with each they all started to pretend i didn’t exist the same as he had. I didn’t even get so much as a kiss from any of the fuckers and when i decided to confront them and ask why they refused to tell me and walked away.

It had hit summer here and i had hit my breaking point, I’d had enough of being passed over and wasn’t going to take this shit anymore, I was going to make them all regret not taking me up on the opportunity when it was there for the taking.

I woke early for my shift in the fields the next morning, Still thoroughly determined to set my plan in motion I grabbed my knife and a set of clothes and set to work. I cut most of the legs off my jeans and the sleeves from my Tartan shirt. I pulled the jean shorts on and folded the legs over so they became tighter and pushed my already perky ass up. I then pulled my shirt on forgoing the usual under shirt and tied the two sides closed in a knot above my belly button so my slim waist was on display. I buttoned one button above the knot so that not too much of my bra was showing; Turning it from slutty to sexy. I pulled on my best brown cowboy boots. Combed my hair out. I was very lucky to have thick wavy hair that rarely required me doing anything with it. I just let it dry and brush, I grabbed Maggie’s make up bag and applied a small amount of make up just to accentuate my natural features.Smiling at myself in the mirror this was perfect, Let's see that southern shit ignore me now. Or any of the others for the matter.

I sauntered out of my cell into the main block and walked the long way through the middle of everyone taking extra care to have a bounce in my step to make my boobs bounce nicely and swayed my hips more to make my ass jiggle as I walked. I greeted everyone in the same way i usually would with cheery “Good Morning’s” Instantly i felt eyes roaming my body and not just the male’s which made me grin I was happy either way. A few let out low whistles and I winked in return. This felt great. I want to feel this way every day, my pussy had soaked my panties by the time I had made it out of the block and into the yard I was panting with need.

I took a few minutes to calm my breathing before continuing out towards the field, I glanced at the guard tower to make sure he was here today keeping watch, When i saw his leather vest and his longish wavy hair my breath quickened again, Shit it was going to be hard to get through today without a little relief, It took everything i had not to rush up the guard tower and beg him for it, Instead i continued over to the field, waiting until i was in his vision before looking up smiling and waving. Sure enough there he was binoculars in his hand staring down at me. I grinned again, wiggled my fingers at him and sauntered away from the tower.

Luck was with me today and I was set to work on the potatoes which were planted in a perfect view of the guard house. I made sure to always face the tower when just sitting working so he had the frontal view and when I needed to bend up or down I turned my back to him so he got a great view of my ass. Everything I did that day I made sure to find some way to make it sexier. More than a few men came to bring me water or talk to me that day i gave each of them a big grin, Laughed and put my hand on their arms and send them on their way enough to make them feel there could be a chance, I felt Fucking powerful.

At the end of the day i saw Maggie making her way over to me with a backpack over her shoulder, “Y/N I gots you a gift” she said in a sing song voice “from Merle of all people” she laughed and pulled out two big bottles of Merle’s special moonshine “I guess someone saw your production today sugar” She giggled a bit more handed you a bottle and settled down on the grass next to you.

Daryl

Ever since Merle and me brought Y/N back to the group with us she’s been a literal pain in my pants, I'm surprised my cock was even capable of a hard on at this point as it feels like it hasn't gone down in months. So far i have managed to stay away from her as i wasn’ gonna let no bitch get the better of me and i wasn’ going to let fuckin Merle be right.

My mind wandered back to her again when i started my shift in the guard tower that morning, I considered going into the office to rub one out but decided i'd be on the balcony waiting, I always made sure i got the shifts in this tower when she was being put in the fields, Watching her sweating down there in the heat was good enough to get me off later in the night when i was alone in the office. I lived out of this tower now as I liked it better alone even now with Merle being back in the prison, I didn’ need his shit talking around me at all hours. Not when I had my own entertainment.

There she was right on time to interrupt me from my thoughts, Holy shit what was she fucking wearing. I grabbed my binoculars to get a closer look, When i found her again with them she was almost fucking naked by the looks of it! In tiny shorts and an even smaller top, From this vantage point i had the best view straight in her bra, I kept my eyes on her all day fuck the perimeter it’ll be fine and i’m sure some weak ass will scream and let me know.

I watched her all day as she wiggled her hips and wiped the sweat from her chest, Turns out i wasn’t the only one watching even guys I've fuckin told before to stay away come flocking, What don’t the asshole’s understand about “i’m always fuckin watchin” by her quitting time it wasn’t just my dick that was rock hard and throbbin but also the vein in my temple that tells me i’m about to snap.

Balling my fists up i wait for her to start walking back but Maggie fuckin Greene starts walking towards her, Fuck sake. I send the next watch away and tell them ill radio to come back. I wasn’t allowing no fucker to have this view. I watched as Maggie sat down in the grass with Y/N and pulled out two large bottles. I grabbed the binoculars again. Fuckin Merle! That’s his shine if i ever saw it. Making a mental note to smack that bastard later for this. Now everyone had gone back inside it was deadly silent out here which meant their voices were carrying more than they knew and i could hear every word. I settled back down and watched the girls for a while biding my time.

Y/N

You both look at each other with a glint in your eyes, Pop the tops off your bottles and start downing it. Maggie comes up for air first. Dropping my bottle and swallowing the harsh liquid i Cheer in celebration and yell a little too loud “that Merle may be an asshole but he sure makes some good hooch”

“Sooooo ya had any bites today?” Maggie grins winking at you. “Yeah but not the one i want, He’s so fucking frustrating. I think I've noticed him watching me more today than he has the entire time i’ve known him” I sigh.

“You know he's got a huge thing for you or he wouldn’t be acting like this” Maggie Giggled. “But then who in this friggin place doesn’t especially after today! You even made my breath hitch never mind poor Glenn who had to get a shower!” “Ugh maggie he’s your guy why the hell is he looking at me!” I grimaced. She put her hand on my thigh and winked at me again “He’s got my permission, don't worry it spices things up a little” I didn’t move her hand just enjoyed the feeling of her fingers running up and down the inside of my thigh.

We both downed more of Merle’s hooch giggling and the conversation turned to a debate on the size of Daryl's dick. I lick my lips promising to tell her if I ever get my hands on it. The conversation is turning more and more heated as her hand is getting closer and closer to my throbbing core. She’s getting that close now I’m sure she can probably feel the heat coming from it. As we are getting close to the bottom of our bottles and really starting to feel the effect Maggie still with one hand on my thigh leans close to my face and whispers “He’s stayed up there watching past his shift. Let's give him something to see hmm?” As she’s finishing the end of her sentence I bridge the gap between us and meet her lips with mine. I bring my hand up to her hair and pull her closer into me, deepening the kiss Moaning into her lips.

Daryl

When the girls first started chatting i wanted to find out who they could be talkin about and punch the prick out till i heard my name and if my ears weren't already prickling up they definitely were now, He heard Y/N promise Maggie that if she sees ma dick she will tell her how big. He bites his lip and decides he’ll help her keep that promise.

He picks his binoculars back up and notices Maggie's hand running up and down Y/N’s thigh. If there were two people he thought he wouldn’t have to warn away, it would have been Glenn and Maggie and they pick a night that he’s mad as hell to change his mind about that?

He brings one hand to his aching dick giving it a few tugs through his pants to relieve some of the pressure and brings his eyes back to them just as he sees the girls lean into each other, Shit! Shit! He doesn’t know whether to run down there and interrupt finally or let them continue. Y/N pushes Maggie to lay her fully down and straddles her hips, I grabbed my radio and called for the replacement as i couldn’t take much more.

While i waited for the lazy shit to get here i watched Y/N & Maggie get even more heated and their hands exploring each other the moaning reaching me in the tower, I look to my right and see Glenn watching from behind one of the buildings hands and lower half suspiciously hidden.

Ah hell no fuck this tower! Daryl reaches over the side and grabs the pipe work swings himself over and uses it to get down quickly. As he hits the bottom his replacement is strolling over he grabs him by the scruff of his shirt blocking his view into the field. “Put ya lazy ass in that office and don’t fuckin leave till i come back and tell ya, ya can leave. Ya fuckin hear me?” I growl at him. The kid runs into the office in the tower. I spin around pretending not to see Glenn hiding there, I ran across the field towards the girls and as i reached them i let my shadow fall over them.

Y/N

From where i am lay on top of Maggie i watch as Daryl slides down the side of the watch tower and charges over to us, I smile against Maggie's lips when he gets closer i moan feeling her hand snake its way into my bra, Were both panting loudly and moaning when his shadow falls over us.

He clears his throat next thinking we hadn’t noticed him there. Maggie moves her mouth to my neck and I let out another moan but this time I raise my eyes to his and lick my bottom lip not breaking eye contact.

“Come with me...NAW” Daryl growls and grabs my arms and pulls me off and up. Maggie looks at him and pouts “oh boo Daryl always gotta ruin our fun” I wave to Maggie giggling as he starts to drag me across the field.

“What the fuck Daryl” I try to push him off my arm but his hands are unyielding. “Shut the fuck up ill deal with ya in a minute” He growls and pushes me up against the wall of a building stares longingly into my eyes then darts his arm out and smashes someone’s head into the wall. “Didn’t think id have to fuckin warn ya Glenn, Thought it was pretty fuckin obvious. Don't let me catch ya ass again” he grabs my arm again and drags me across the court yard until we reach a secluded spot, He slams my back up another wall and presses his body up against mine keeping me pinned between him and the wall.

“What you think you’ve been doing girl, Flaunting your shit all day for any man to beat his meat too?”

I squirm under his gaze, Shit i think i actually pissed him off, Definitely not the emotion i was going for!

“You think i’m gonna sit by and let tha happen?”

I find my voice, “What do you mean, You won’t let something happen. You’re not the boss of me!” you say glaring back at him, If he wants to play the pissed off game he won’t be playin it alone.

“Ya know exactly what i mean! I’ll show you who the fuckin boss Y/N” He said, pressing his hips harder into mine. I try to suppress my moan. His eye’s darken even more hearing me moan for him now.

“Who do you think told those pricks to back the fuck away from you, They wouldn’t of just left you alone on their own naw, they needed some rough persuasion Y/N”

I glare at him again and he pushes his hips back into mine again.”Ya gonna learn yet? Every time you glare at me, ill smash my dick into that dirty clit o urs” He explains with a wink.

Not knowing how to respond to that You ask “You’re the reason no man looks at me anymore? What fucking business is it of yours”

“Hell fuckin yeah i am” He says with a smirk “No one will dare ya touch you if I've claimed ya, So i did” “Naw I’ve claimed you, I’ve made it very clear if anyone touches you they’ll lose a fuckin arm” He growled

“For fuck sake Daryl! You can’t just put claims on a girl you don’t even give a fuck about” I said with a snarl.

“I give a fuck, Just didn’ want ya to know i gave a fuck, I enjoyed watchin ya squirm... but ya forced ma hand and naw... Well naw i aint gonna be gentle bout it”

You close your eyes tight, If he hadn’t of “claimed” me i would be in heaven now but learning that he’s behind your dry well makes you so mad.

“This what you were trying to get huh?” “I would of thought twice before you pulled this shit, I aint no gentle man” she breathed into her ear. His gravelly voice driving me crazy.

I look him in the eyes and shove him hard, running back to the cell block. I took a breather when i got through the door and realised he hadn’t followed me. As i was walking past the showers a hand darted out and pulled me inside.

“Woah what the fuck” I gasped as I felt a hand move over my ass and pull me against him, Jees i need to wear this outfit more often.

I was pulled into the light and saw it was Zach who had pulled me in with him, Zach was one of the ones who daryl must of scared away.

“Hey baby, Missed me?” he breathed at me. “How could i miss you zach i never got a chance to know you, You let that asshole scare you away” I said hurt

“Gimmie another chance Y/N, ill show you a good time, This could be our secret. We could have some real fun and piss that hillbilly asshole off” He squeezes me tighter to him.

“Gerrof Zach if your too pussy to pursue someone when warned of by a man I’ve only ever spoken to once then you’re not a guy i want any fucking part of”

“Awww c’mon you don’t mean that” he grips the back of my head and pushes his lips to mine i tried to fight him off be but he had too tight of a grip.

A low growl came from the doorway “I believe she said to get ya bitch ass hands off her” Zach jumped back like someone had shocked him when he heard the voice. Daryl walked forward and put his arm round my shoulder “an i believe i told ya to not even look at her again bitch” His voice gets louder “Tell me asshole what did i say i was gonna do to ya?”

H waited a moment staring at Zack “Hmm to fuckin scared to answer?” he walks forward and punches him rapidly in the face Zack goes sprawling across the shower floor. Daryl stands over him and threatens “it’ll be worse next time if you don listen to me and come near ma girl again”

Daryl turns and heads back to you and wraps his arm around your shoulders again “Bet Ya glad i claimed you now” I nod slightly. I squirm out of his arms and run back to my cell, my hooch high still buzzing in my mind. Thank god without this how could i be this brave? I smile when I get to my cell wondering how long it will take him to catch me.

I barely had time to catch my breath before i felt him, He made no noise whatsoever like a hunter closing in on his prey.Whenever he was near me it felt like my entire body was electrified and tuned only to him.

I spun around and my breath hitched in my throat at the sight of that venomous glare, He just stood and glared with his eye’s roaming every inch of you, You could feel every hair on your body standing to attention for him.

In the blink of an eye he was back in front of you again pinning you back against the wall with his hand tangled in your hair, pulling your head to the side exposing your neck.

He looks over your body panting his eyes still liquid stone, Ever glaring. I could feel the heat coming off him in waves as he studied me. His pushed his mouth next to my ear, “When i’m finished with ya, ya legs will be useless and everyone in this damn place gon know my name. An i promise you aint gon forget who’s ya are” He paused for a second staring into my eyes, “Naw take this shit off before i rip it off ya” He said pulling roughly at my shirt.

With Shaking hands i reach up and untie my shirt and push it off my shoulders, Watching his eyes grow darker as he watched. My shirt fell to the floor he grabbed the centre of my bra “All of it” He growled. I undid my bra and threw that into the corner. He looked down at my shorts seeming impatient gripped both sides and ripped them down. He came back up to me gripped my arms and pushed me further up the wall off the floor and quickly puts his legs in between mine and rests my body on them.

He reaches forcing my head to the side again and brings his mouth down to my neck kissing and biting furiously his other hand gripping my breast roughly, Earning a loud moan from me. I reached for his shirt desperate to run my hands on him, Before my hands met their mark he had gripped my wrists pinning them above my head.

“Ya don’t move, Touch or make a fuckin sound unless i say so, Ya hear?” I nodded eyes growing wide at his words. He let my feet touch the ground again and tore my underwear off, He bunched them up in his hand “Mmm look how wet these pantie’s are for me girl” “Open your mouth, Naw” I obediently complied letting him stuff them into my mouth, Dying to moan under his stare.

He stepped back and let his vest fall over his shoulders and hit the floor, He then took his shirt off and used it to bind my hands together. He stood back admiring his handiwork, I Squirmed under his lustful gaze feeling myself getting wetter by the second. I watched him slowly bring his hands to his belt unfastening it then his button and zip, His pants hit the ground and he kicked them to the side. My breath went wild when I saw him in all his glory i love a man who doesn’t wear any underwear.

He lunged forward again pulling my legs over his and wrapping leg around his hips pressing his huge dick at my entrance. It was so long and thick: my mouth started salivating instantly imagining wrapping my mouth around it.

He pulled my underwear from my mouth and growled into my ear “Scream my fucking name” as he plunged his entire length into me, The breath was forced from my lungs “shitt, Daryl!”

“Did i fuckin stutter, I said scream it” he growled again biting my neck pulling out almost of the way and plunging deep into me again. Damn did i scream this time my eyes rolling back into my head enjoying the sensation.

“Tha’s better now ride it bitch”

I felt raw already from his huge length and girth filling me like i’d never been filled before. Pulling my arms around his neck to steady myself i used him to pull myself back up and then down slowly trying to adjust to his size.

His mouth met mine in a rough eager kiss, capturing my tongue with his. He pulled his mouth back to my neck and whispered “Ya don know how long i’ve been waiting for this, Tell me how much you love my dick Y/N”

“Ahh” i cried out “so much baby so much” My eyes rolling into the back of my head still rolling my hips onto him. “Naw, Tell me who you belong to” “You” I moaned “You i belong to you daryl” I panted out.

“Louder! I want everyone in the fuckin place to know your mine”

“Oh god, Daryl, I’m yours! Only yours” I screamed

“Better” He smirked. He moved my arms from around his neck and released my hand’s from his shirt. He walked backwards with me still perched on him, His legs hit the end of the bed and he sunk down taking me with him.

“Now show me how much you love this dick”

I positioned myself better over him and sunk down to the hilt slowly savouring every glorious inch of him. My eyes shot open again moaning when my clit hit his pubic bone and i started grinding harder and faster now.

I could feel his hand’s everywhere, God i can’t believe how long i had been longing for this moment, I cried out again. He leant up on his elbows and pulled one of my nipples into his mouth nibbling, and running his nails down the inside of my thighs. The combination was pure ecstasy. I could already feel the pressure in my mound building painfully begging to be released.

He removed his mouth from me earning a sad moan from me desperate to feel his mouth on me, He looked back at my eye’s amusement on his face. He ran both hands up to my chest again gripping almost painfully. “And these, Who do they belong to Y/N?” “You baby, All yours” i breathed shakily. I was so close when he growled again “Say my fuckin name” My wall’s started constricting against him. “Ahh god, Daryll ....fuck Daryl” His eyes shone at my words. He was even more spurned on now. He flipped us over, throwing me into the bed and pulled my hips into the air ramming harder and deeper than before.

“Cum for me baby” He whispered in his incredible gravelly voice.

Those four words was all I needed to push me over the edge. Crying his name out again i felt the damn of pressure welled up in me from the moment I saw him burst open. I rode out my high as hard as i could against him, I collapsed to the bed and felt him slow down, My brain fuzzy from my incredible high. I tried pushing myself up on my elbows and my eyes caught another’s at the door.

I looked down and back up rubbing my eyes, “Shit Darryl stop!” I reached for the sheets to pull them over me. There were at least 6 men gazing in, Daryl continued unperturbed. You tried putting your hand behind you trying to push at his stomach to get his attention. He captured your arm and it around your back and pulled you up against him.

“You think I didn't know, Now tell me again who you belong to” “Daryl please!” I said trying to cover my chest. He grabbed the sheet and flung it away.

Rick spoke up from the back Your cheeks flushed horrified they had all seen you in the throws. “I think Daryl told you to do something, He doesn’t like to be kept waiting” He said with a gleam in his eyes. You gazed around the men seeing Rick, Zack, Merle, Glenn & i wasn’t sure who else grinning enjoying the show. I was suddenly unashamed as i felt the pressure build back up dangerously high.

Daryl seeing my eyes wander over the group wrapped my hair around his wrist and pushed my head back into the bed, Ramming harder and faster than i’d ever felt before making me scream again. “Say it” he shouted at me “Ahh shit im daryl’s, You claimed me baby” He replied “And no one else is going to make you feel this good again are they?”

“God no, Only you, Ahh so good!”

“Ya heard her '' He said addressing the men “She’s mine. Naw you can all fuck off back to your pits and keep your fucken hand’s to your selves asshole’s” You heard Merle hoot “wooowee you get it baby brother” You stomach turned grateful daryl had told them to leave, before his body pushed another orgasm out of you.

They all turned and left as Daryl biting my ear lobe moaned into me “Now cum again for me baby” He suddenly dove his hand under me and onto my clit.

I instantly caved again screaming into the bed.

Feeling my second orgasm pushed him to the brink again and he jackhammered into me. Hard. Chasing his high. I pushed back furiously desperate to feel him. I moaned “Cum in me Daryl please i need to feel you”

I felt him explode moaning my name and grinding deep into me riding it fully out”

He collapsed on top of me breathless. We lay like that for a few minutes when I felt him going hard in me again. He pulled out and lay back on the bed pulling me into his chest his heart still pounding in his chest.

“God girl, If i’d of known you were that good a fuck, I’d of taken you that first fucking night” A relaxed grin on his face.

He turned and took my face in his hands kissing me softly and murmured into my lips “I hope you don’t think i'm done with you yet” He winked “I aint had a girl like you in a loooong time i aint even close to done with ya”

He rolled back onto me pulling my lip with his teeth. “Ready?” I nodded desperate to feel him again.

God knows how many hours & Orgasms later he fell off me pulling me close into his chest again. I passed out instantly, Thoroughly exhausted. He chuckled into my hair and followed me into blissful sleep.

When we woke the next morning his arms still tight around me, Smiling in his sleep.

I looked over happy wishing i could stay here forever but there was work to be done.

I slowly picked his arm up and tried to wiggle out from under it, Before i'd gotten half way those glorious muscles had flexed and pulled me straight back into him. “Morning beautiful. Hope you don’t think your going anywhere. We’ve got so much time to make up for.” He nuzzled his face into yours sweetly. You could feel him growing hard against your hip. “Don’t worry i’m feeling responsible. I’ll make it quick!”

He fucked me again for another hour until we were both sweaty, shaky wrecks.

I groaned and rolled to the edge of the bed and sat up trying to stand up and instantly felt my legs buckle beneath me. He was up and caught me before i came crashing down. He laughed. “Don’t say i didn’t warn you” You laughed with him. “God, I love that sound” He said, staring into my eyes and planting a sweet kiss onto my lips. He stood and started grabbing his clothes from around the room and dressing.

“Take your time getting up, I’m back in the guard tower again today, Don’t forget what i taught you last night” He said with a wink and ducked down to kiss me. He moved to the doorway and moved the curtain turning back at me. “Oh and babe I wanna see that outfit again today, Now i know it’s all for me” He winked again and left.

I fell back on the bed with a huge grin on my face. Holy shit I can't wait for tonight!

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vhsghostricks · 2 years

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Hiyaaaaa, I'm the one who sent I the celesgiri hcs not too long ago aksvkav, came back to send you some more.

Celestia and Kokichi love to steal Kyokos outfits and try them on together and have photo shoots. They aren't even subtle about it, they give her a photo album as apart of her birthday one day. Meanwhile Maki is just like "you both are dorks *insert soft smile*" and Kyoko always just has a good laugh. Sometimes though Celestia will refuse to give her back her coats so Kyoko has to go searching for them to find them, lol.

Gundham and Celestia love to tease each other about their crushes back in high school, and to keep up tradition they still do it even as adults as a fun little sibling joke. I don't know who you ship gundham with, but for him imagine him being like "so the abyss sorceress has been tainted by a love potion for a the timeless detective mortal and that love has encompassed her whole, how pitiful, how anticlimactic, how... adorable >:)" and just insert Celestia tackle hugging him to shut him up and playfully messing up his hair and teasing him about his crush in return.

Kyoko's good luck charm is a key chain Celestia has given her. It's of a cat because yes (Celestia has adhd and hyperfixates on them so <3). Whenever Kyoko goes on a job, she always clips it to her bag so she can keep apart of those she loves close to her.

Kyoko wears a suit. Celestia gay panics. That's it, that's the hc. /lh

Celestia decides to say I love you in French first because she was scared of how Kyoko would react if she understood it the first time, little did she know Kyoko knew a decent amount of French. Kyoko smiled and said I love you too in response in perfect French, causing Celestia to be flustered before Kyoko kissed her.

Maki and Kokichi both like to draw, so for Kyokos birthday, they worked together on a drawing for Kyoko of the first time her and Celestia met. Kyoko was very happy with the gift, meanwhile Celestia was hugging both of them so much.

They both hate coffee, so Celestia orders tea and Kyoko orders water whenever they go on "coffee" dates. Whenever people ask why they go on them, Kyoko always says "Celestia just likes the aesthetic, and I like it when she's happy". :)

Hope you like these! Sorry for the spam in your inbox ajqgqks - uhhh idk what to name myself ajqgqkwg, so let's go with 💙💖 anon! ^_^

(if you can guess why those hearts, you are amazing /pos)

*INCOHERENT SCREAMING* YES YES YES YES YEESSSSS THESE ARE ALL SO <3 <3 <3 ANON I OWE U MY LIFE....

oh boi Kokichi and Celestia stealing Kyoko's clothes is such a good hc, Kokichi probably learned from Celestia do it a few times and thought it would be fun. They ended up doing it every other day and Maki walked in, saw them, and immediately walked back out <3

YES I HAVE RLY OLD WHITEBOARD DOODLES THAT ME N MY FRIEND MADE OF GUNDHAM AND CELESTE SIBLING STUFF LIKE THAT ,,,, Celeste teasing on Gundham for being the partner of a princess despite being the lord of darkness ,,,, while Gundham picking on Celeste for dating a detective <3 cuties, this is real. (i ship sondam the most thou :D ty)

CELESTE ADHD HC, YES, correct, i relate to her an ungodly amount so i say this is true. Lemme add onto that by saying that Kyoko probably didn't know Celestia had a lucky charm until she found it on the floor one day and was very confused as to who's it was for a few months, planning to return it n stuff. and when they start hanging out more, Celeste sees it on her bag and smiles abt it and explains, and ultimately decides to let her keep it <3

DRAWING THE GAY CELESTE ONE AS I TYPE THIS ....

oh boy yeah, Celeste probably let it slip by accident, remembered it was in French, and felt relieved for a second. Until Kyoko looks flustered and just smiles and Celeste goes "oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck oh fuck–" and then Kyoko says it back ofc <3

AWWWW THAT'S SUCH A CUTE IDEA Kokichi probably had the idea and got everything started and Maki ultimately helped him to make it extra perfect <3 wahhh i need to draw my family au SOON ...

lmaoo they're probably guilty of also just really liking the smell but not the coffee itself.... Dorks, i love them <3

TYSMM THEY'RE MY OTP AND HEARING FLUFF ABT THEM IS JUST . idk i just love them sm <3 <3 <3 also i dont mind the spam!!! love long texts :) !!! /gen

#vhsghostricks #💙💖 anon #celesgiri #if i had to guess . would it be smth with sayaka? this is just based off the colors hwhwhw

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reidyoulikeabook · 3 years

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A is for Ankle Socks

Summary: The first installment in my A-Z of Spencer Reid series. Spencer Reid is very particular about his socks.

Ship: fem ! BAU reader x Spencer Reid

Word count: 2.8k

Warnings: Discussions of case-typical violence, blood, brief description of a fight, minor injury to reader that requires some stitches.

A/N: hello! this is my first ever series and i’m very nervous about it! it’s going to be a chronological a-z series with Spencer, detailing the progression of your relationship!

Spencer Reid permanently wears odd socks. The only time you can recall him wearing matching ones, in the year you’ve known him, was on days he had to go to court. Then, it was required that he wear the technically mandated uniform of proper leather shoes, and monochrome socks. On those days, Hotch would turn up with a pair of black socks tucked into his briefcase, just in case. Spencer had needed them, twice.

However, today is not a court day. Today is day 8 of a case in back of beyond Oregon that, quite frustratingly, seems to be going absolutely nowhere.

It says quite a lot, really, that in a day spent combing over convicts with domestic violence charges, the sight you look up to see is more viscerally disturbing. Spencer’s perched on the end of a desk, as he so often seems to be, his ankles crossed over each other. Signature black converse on his feet. And he appears...not to be wearing socks?

He notices you looking at him, and flicks his eyes downward self-consciously, “Is something wrong?”

“Are you wearing socks?”

He lets out a quiet laugh, “Uh. No. I meant to go to the laundrette last night but then Hotch called us into that meeting. I wasn’t expecting to be out here this long.”

“Is it comfortable?” You ask, “Wearing those without socks?”

He kicks his feet around just slightly, “Not really. I guess I’d forgotten about it until you mentioned.”

“Sorry,” You say, with an apologetic smile.

“Not your fault,” He says, looking back at the paperwork in his lap, “Hey would you mind coming to take a look at this actually? I think I might have something.”

***

By day 2, you’d learnt that the only sandwich shop in town had a reputation for bad food hygiene that none of you felt like risking. Normally, everyone would roll their eyes at Spencer for his investigation into such things. However, in this case, everyone else seemed to be as thankful as you always were.

It’s your turn to do the lunch run today, so you head to the grocery store that isn’t too far out of town. Putting your car in park, you mentally run through the list that the team had given you: cheap pasta for everyone but Rossi, who was willing to risk running foul of their microwave meal selection, as many coffee supplies as you could manage, some sour gummy worms for Spencer, mineral water for Hotch, and tights for you. It was frankly quite impractical to wear the things. You ran through so many brambles, fell down so many times, that you almost felt you should get pantyhose hazard pay. In fall in Oregon though? You’d splash out the $6 for the sake of preventing frostbite. If only because Hotch would be furious.

You smile at the thought. Wandering through the aisles, you collect everything you need. Spencer only asked for a pack of sour gummy worms, but, with a smile on your face, you decide to get him the strawberry laces he likes too.

It’s only when you scan the cart, last minute, that you realise what you’ve forgotten.

Tights. Shit.

Wheeling the cart around, you weave through the aisles looking for them. The underwear aisle is aisle 20, and it looks like it’s been ransacked. Flicking through the disorganised display, you see them.

A five pack of socks, adorned with farm animals and backgrounds of a completely clashing colour. It’s almost too bright for you, but you know a certain sockless Spencer who will be sure to appreciate them. Out of curiousity, you navigate your way over to the men’s section and have a look through. Mostly, it’s all black and navy. Right at the back though, you spy a similarly garish looking pack, this time with vegetables on.

You put them in the basket, eyes flickering over a pair of matching aubergine patterned boxers, as you make your way over to the tights. You select your usual kind, turning your attention back to the boxers.

Is it weird to get him boxers?

He’d know it was a joke, right?

Is it weird to get him socks?

Well he didn’t have any

Yeah but you don’t need to get him two packs

Yes I do we might be here a while

10 more days?

He could fall. He could spill coffee on his shoes. He could get shot.

How would socks help with him getting shot?

Your internal monologue gives you a moments reprieve, and then.

Kinda weird you got him socks

Nobody else would have got him socks

Yeah well I’m just thoughtful.

The last thought crosses your mind without permission, and you almost bristle at the brazenness of your lie to yourself. However, you decide, examining the real reasons you’re so eager to provide comfort to your favourite co-worker would require mental stamina you didn’t have right now. Mental stamina that would be better put to use on the case at hand. Mental stamina that definitely wasn’t being used to employ the BAU’s favourite defense mechanism: denial.

***

“I got you a surprise.”

“A surprise?” Spencer spins around in his chair to face you.

“Yep,” You say, plopping the sweets down onto the desk in front of him and grinning.

“Strawberry laces!” He says, smile lighting up his face, “Thanks ____!”

“That’s not the surprise.”

He quirks his brow, confusion tugging at his features, “Then what’s the surprise?”

You untuck your arms from behind your back, handing him the pairs of socks.

He looks down at them. He’s silent for a moment, and your heart thuds.

Fuck.

Told you it was weird.

It’s definitely weird.

He definitely thinks you’re-

You don’t have time to finish that thought, however, because Spencer scoots his chair back. Standing up, he pulls you into a hug. He gently squeezes you, and when he speaks his voice is low, cracking a little.

“Thank you,” He says quietly, “That was really thoughtful of you. Thank you.”

You lean into him, allowing yourself to be enveloped, “No problem. I know you have some issues with sensory things sometimes and I just thought, you know,” you trail off, “Anyway, I didn’t know which ones you’d prefer and I know you like to mix and match anyway so I just got both.”

He doesn’t say anything. But he squeezes you again, tighter this time, before releasing you. Strangely, he won’t meet your eye as he does.

“I’m gonna go put them on, okay?”

“Okay,” You say, watching a little quizically as he hurriedly heads out of the room.

Derek happens to be heading back to the room, bumping into Spencer on his way out.

“You alright kid?” He asks.

“I'm fine," Spencer says, waving him off. He tries to avoid meeting Derek’s eyes, knowing as well as he does that if the profiler catches the look on his face he’ll be found out.

Derek allows him to shrug past him with a confused glance over his shoulder. He walks into the room, scooping the nearest file off the desk and asking in your general direction, “You know what’s up with him?”

“Nope,” You say, popping the p.

You don’t. And it’d bother you, except you genuinely don’t have time right now to dwell on it. Although, try as you might to focus on narrowing down this list of factories in the area, it niggles at you.

***

You don’t see Spencer again until you’re heading out to the unsubs location. You get called out by Hotch in the minute before he returns, and then it’s all guns blaring. Emily and Dave managed to work some magic with Penelope, and the place he’s holding the hostage has been narrowed down to a factory quite far out of town.

You’re perched in the back, discussing entry tactics with Hotch when your eyes travel down to Spencer’s shoes.

One chicken, and one broccoli sock sit on his left and right feet respectively. It’s hard to see them though, with how far they are down his feet.

Hotch answers his phone then, immediately barking down commands at the local PD who are apparently failing to summon adequate manpower, in Hotch’s opinion at least.

You take the moment to cautiously lean over to Spencer, whispering, “Were they not the right size?”

He smiles at you, “They fit just fine as ankle socks.”

“I’m sorry, I didn’t even think to check the sizes, womens ones are pretty much all one size. I completely forget that men have massively different sized feet.”

He laughs, “Are you suggesting I have huge feet?”

You feel yourself flush a little, “I don’t think that’d necessarily be an inaccurate suggestion.”

Amused, he smiles. Hotch turns around to you both, momentarily taking his eyes off the road, “I need you to call Penelope, and tell her to get us all the CCTV she can get in the area. If we’re going to have to go in without enough men to cover the perimeter we’ll need all the tactical advantages we can get.”

“Of course, sir.”

***

Lunging forward, you tackle the unsub to the ground, effectively freeing Spencer from the grasp he’d previously been held in.

“It’s over Peter,” Hotch’s voice comes, even and steady.

“No it’s not.”

Before you can even register what’s happening, you’re being tossed backwards, landing against some barbed wire. Immediately, you’re on your feet again, running after him. Not noticing how the wire has ripped a hole in your tights, and cut into your leg a little.

Grabbing his arms behind him, you use all your strength to subdue him to the floor, handcuffing him. Wiping the sweat off your brow, you breathe out a deep sigh of relief.

Derek has it from there, patting you on the shoulder and giving you a “Good job kiddo.” He leads Peter out.

You rub your chest, feeling the adrenaline start to flood out of your body with all the excitement now over. A stinging senstation in your calf gets your attention, and looking down you see the nasty wound oozing blood. It isn’t much, nothing that two stitches won’t fix.

“Are you alright?” Spencer asks, having gotten up from his position on the floor, “You didn’t have to...Derek would have gotten him.”

“Why should he be the only one that gets to tackle people?” You ask, letting out a breathless tinkle of a laugh.

“Statistically, he is the one who does the most tackling out of all of us. Then Hotch, then Emily, then Rossi, then me, then you.”

“I am not the one that tackles the least,” You say indignantly.

He tips his head to the side, “Are you gonna argue with the guy who has an eidetic memory or are we going to get you stitched up?”

“Both, please.”

He laughs at that, linking his arm around your waist. You limp against him a little, out to the paramedics. Mostly it’s for Spencer’s benefit. That’s what you tell yourself, you’re letting him help you so he doesn’t feel emasculated.

When has Spencer Reid ever fallen pray to toxic masculinity?

He might have

When?

Well he could

You just like how he smells

It’s true. The faint waft of his cologne is incredibly comforting. He doesn’t loosen his grip on you for even a second, helping to hoist you so you can sit on the ambulance bed while the medics attend to your leg. You’re feeling a little woozy, so Spencer sits next to you, allowing you to lean on him for support.

“Can you tell me something?” You ask, gritting your teeth, “Distract me?”

It doesn’t really hurt, getting stitched up, you’ve just never found it the most comfortable of processes. All your favourite cases have ended with you not having to get sewn up. You know that much.

“I’ve actually only tackled one more person than you in my entire BAU career,” He says, deciding to return to your former discussion, “I didn’t really go out in the field all that much until a couple years in, it was only because of Hotch that I really went out in the field to take down an unsub for the first time. That was March 12th, 2005. You’ve only been here 9 months and have done almost as much physical stuff as me. One more and we’re even.”

“Well, if you could try not to be the person getting tackled by the unsub next time. Then I might not have to make a tackle.”

His mouth turns up at the corner, “You tackled him for me?”

You feel yourself growing embarassed, “Not for you. For the socks.”

“Oh the socks?”

“Yeah, I mean, it’s a little unfair to go putting yourself in harms way while wearing a gift someone got for you. 5 dollar socks Spencer, practically designer at that price, I’d hate to see them ruined day one.”

He laughs, his tone playful, “Well you’ll need to bare that in mind.”

“Huh?”

He tilts his head towards Emily, strutting her way across to the ambulance with Spencer’s go-bag in her arms. She hands it to him, smiling at you.

“Should I let Morgan know the team will no longer be in need of his services?”

You snort, “I’d hate to steal his brand.”

She shakes her head, “Drinks when we get back? Hotch said the jet’s ready for whenever you’re done, and Rossi says he’s buying.”

“You got it,” You nod.

She pats you on the shoulder, exaggeratedly eyeing your leg again and rolling her eyes as she walks away, “Idiot.”

You smile, turning back towards Spencer, “Are you coming for drinks? I can drive you home.”

He visibly considers it for a moment, “Yeah. That’d be nice.”

“You’re all done here,” The paramedic interrupts, wiping down your leg with an anti-bacterial wipe, “Was a really smooth tear for barbed wire, shouldn’t leave that much of a scar.”

They press a bandage over it and you thank them, getting to your feet with the help of Spencer.

“Wait, why’d you get Emily to bring your go-bag if we’re going home?”

He looks almost bashful. Out of his bag, he pulls a three pack of tights. Just the kind you always wear. Down to your preferred brand, and everything.

“When did you-?”

“I noticed you rip them a lot while we’re on cases. I didn’t know if it was weird but then...the socks?” He gestures at his feet, floundering, “I’m sorry if that’s...I just didn’t-”

“No,” You cut off his ramble, “No, Spencer, that’s really sweet. Thank you, thank you so much. Can I hug you?”

He nods, happily. You wrap him into your arms, pressing your face against his chest. Inhaling the scent of him. Reveling in how safe you feel, how protected, thinking how you’d take three hundred stitches if it meant you got Spencer out of harms way. He was so thoughtful, so kind, so attentive to detail.

Oh fuck.

You can barely look at him. It hits you like a train, the realisation. Co-workers save each other from unsubs. Friends buy each other gifts that have meaning and value. But only somebody who is in love feels like this when they get handed tights. Oh.

It’s a warm feeling. Overwhelming. So much so that you miss Spencer saying he’ll be right back, scooting off to Rossi who’s shouting him over with a question the local PD need answering for their report.

You stumble a little, thankful that you have the blood loss and adrenaline rush to blame if anybody were to notice.

You wait for the wave of denial to hit, to come and lock your feelings back in the treasure chest you’ve managed to shove them down into now. It doesn’t come. Instead, you look at Spencer with a sense of awe that feels newfound, but has actually been here all along. Watching him speak to Rossi, you really notice him: just how much he gestures with his hands, how quickly he relays information, how the huge smile on his face, when he turns around to notice you staring, truly meets his eyes.

***

You can’t tell if it makes you a good profiler, or somewhat of a stalker, that you notice Spencer wears the ankle socks you got him to work everyday for the next 9 days.

Spencer worries he’s being a little too obvious, but he can’t help that whenever he sees the socks he beams at them. They remind him of you. Unbeknownst to everybody but Dave (who somehow notices everything), he spends a good minute or so a day sneaking a peek at the novelty socks under his converse. And then trailing his eyes over to you. Thinking how much he loves the person who got them for him.

----

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Kinky but Not Really

Summary: In which you make an odd request, and Spencer tries to fulfill it. “I don’t want to disrespect you...”

WC: 1.8k

TW: Spencer Reid x GN!Reader, fluff, cussing, established relationships (blegh), light use of sexual themes including light degradation, light violence, and the slamming into walls (nothing explicitly sexual or nsfw bc im a wimp), specifically post-prison Reid, ft. Garvez and Rossi

Spencer loves you. He’s never doubted that for a second.

Your laugh as you throw your head back. Your eyes, the way they crinkle when you grin too wide. Even your style, whether you’re in joggers or suits, just does something to him he can't quite explain. Really, he loves you.

Even if you’re weird.

Spencer knew what he was getting into, okay? He didn’t consider it earlier in your friendship, but as time went on and you two grew more comfortable around each other it became apparent that he wasn’t the only… outlier in the team. By the time you officially got together, he was already used to it.

But somehow you still manage to surprise him.

“You want me to what?”

“I know it’s a lot to ask,” You wince as Spencer coughs. With his sleeve, he wipes the coffee dribbling down his chin, staring at you as if someone hit you over the head. It has to be the only viable explanation, considering what you’ve just asked him. “But hear me out.”

Spencer sits up and sets his mug on the coffee table. “Wh...what? Why? No-what? When?”

You wring your hands together, shifting your weight foot to foot as he squints at you. “Okay. When: um, some time after you came back from prison? I think? Why, I’m not sure. That’s why I’m asking you.”

“I don’t know, (Your Name),” Spencer rolls his lips together, anything and everything that could possibly go wrong racing through his mind.

“Nothing extreme! I don’t expect you to slap me across the face⏤”

“Oh my god⏤”

“Just small things! Start off light,” You think for a moment. “Like shoving me around or smacking me. Calling me names.”

“I hear where you’re coming from, but I don’t want to…” He flushes, his voice hushed like what he's about to say is forbidden, “disrespect you.”

You take his hands in yours with a bright smile, “Hon, I love you, but please. I’m the one asking you to get violent with me.”

“What the-when did you up your demands?”

You continue, “Like, if you think about it, you’d be doing me a favor. Respecting my wishes by ‘disrespecting’ me. So, what do you think?” You watch him carefully, legs tucked under you, a hopeful sparkle in your eyes. He can almost see the dog tail wagging behind you.

How can he say no?

"Alright, if that's what you really want," Spencer sighs, smiling as you break out into a grin. He laughs when you tackle him into the couch, thanking him repeatedly.

“Yeah, yeah, I’ll try. But starting tomorrow.”

“That’s fine!” You sit up, smiling down at him. Your lips wiggle as you try to suppress your anticipation. “No pressure, just do what you feel comfortable with and we’ll see from there?”

Spencer bites his lip and nods. “Sure.”

⏤

The men of the BAU are distinct; you can tell just by looking at them.

David Rossi, though the eldest, the senior, is suave and has a level of sophistication that could only come with age. It’s in his blazers, his stride, the warm yet knowing eyes. A reassurance that eases the people around him.

Matt Simmons rocks the young dad vibes, with the smooth-shaven face and simple clothing. Not to mention a smile that makes him good with both children and adults alike.

Then there’s Luke.

“You!”

Luke nearly falls out of his chair as Garcia stomps over, sitting up in attention as the click of her pumps grow nearer. “What? What happened?”

“You! You happened,” Garcia hisses, looming over him while Rossi comes up from behind.

“Penelope, we don’t know for sure⏤”

“Who else could possibly do this? Matt and you could never. Only this troll could have done this,” She whips back on Luke, her eyes⏤usually bright with mischief⏤burning and accusatory. “Fix it!”

And just to tick her off, because that’s the purpose of their relationship: “No.”

She sputters, fuming pink as her lipstick. And as Luke revels in the oncoming eruption, sneering at Garcia, Rossi⏤that wise geezer⏤squints at him.

“You don’t know what we’re talking about, do you?”

“... Not a clue.”

Maybe I should've retired. Rossi sighs, “Spencer and (Your Name) have been off today, and we think they’re having a fight.”

“And you think I have something to do with that?” Luke's face pinches in offense.

“You didn't see them today, have you?"

"No?"

Garcia, shaking off her fury, is more than ready to spill the tea. "Kay, so this morning on the way up, I saw Spencer and (Your Name) waiting for the elevator and Spencer just snatched their coffee. And he didn’t even bother to let them into the elevator first.”

Luke frowns, “I mean, it's a bit ungentlemanly but I don’t think that means they’re fighting.”

(Had she shared the lift, she would have seen how apologetic Spencer was, nearly bursting into tears as he hands you the cup of coffee, throwing you whatever cash he has.)

“And during lunch I caught them down the hall by the break room,” Rossi recounts, wincing at the image, “They were talking in hushed tones, then Spencer shoved passed (Your Name) and stalked off.”

(If he’d check on you, he might have caught the proud gleam in your eyes, grinning wide at Spencer’s attempt at getting rough with you.)

“And you still think I’m involved?” Luke raises an eyebrow at Garcia.

She’s completely unapologetic as she scoffs, “Listen, I don’t know how Spencer can stand being friends with you, but clearly you influenced him in some way because before he met you, he was my sweet summer child. Now…” She withholds a sob, Rossi sympathetically patting her shoulder. “You’ve tainted him!”

“I… I don’t know how to respond to that.”

“Then don’t,” Garcia sniffs, drying away tears. “Just bring our Spencer back!”

“Bring me back from what?”

They jump in unison, turning to find Spencer has returned from his break and is now back at his desk. He eyes them curiously as they fumble for an explanation.

“Hey, Doc,” Luke, deciding to end all this turmoil, asks, “Are you and (Your Name) having uh... lovers quarrel?”

“A what?”

Garcia shoots him a look, “A ‘lovers quarrel’? Really?”

“Well, I doubt they’re fighting, and honestly a lovers quarrel sounds much less intense than⏤you know⏤fighting.”

“No, we are not fighting. Why would you think⏤oh, you saw...” Spencer’s face falls, melting into embarrassment.

"Saw? Son, we witnessed," Rossi huffs as he crosses his arms and stares down Spencer. "Would you care to explain?"

"I know what you're thinking, but I swear it's not what it looks like. This is..." After his explanation, his embarrassed flush only deepens at their mortified expressions.

"I've never wanted to be this close to you."

"My sweet summer child is no longer."

"Guys, chill. I for one am glad Spencer is willing to…” Luke gives him an awkward smile, “keep it interesting. The best relationships take effort, right?”

Spencer hums, nodding, “Exactly. We’re doing great⏤”

“Hey, guys,” You greet as usual.

Without missing a beat, he faces you and snaps, “Damn it, (Your Name), for once stop running your mouth and get me a drink.”

Luke, Garcia, and Rossi freeze, gaze switching between Spencer and you, waiting with bated breath. They haven’t seen Spencer remotely like this, not since prison. And despite knowing that you asked for this, they’re fully prepared to throw themselves in front of him just in case.

But instead of reacting violently as they expected, you pause, taking his poor attempt at a glare in stride. Then you smile, heading to the coffee machine. “Sure, no problem.”

Spencer turns back to them. “See? B-better than ever...”

“Dude, are you crying?”

⏤

“So you couldn't do it, huh?"

Shoulders drooping from exhaustion, Spencer slumps against your desk and sighs, “No, I’m sorry.”

You shrug, “It’s okay. Thanks for trying though. As a reward, let’s get take-out. My treat." You press a kiss to his cheek, but the smile you shoot him only serves to make his heart sink. “Meet me at the elevator, k? I’ll get my things.”

“Okay...” As Spencer shrugs on his satchel, he can’t help the guilt squirming in his stomach. Why does he feel like he disappointed you? Or more accurately⏤didn’t meet your expectations. Sure, you’ve had your fair share of disputes and as Luke put it, “lovers quarrels”, but never has he felt so… defeated.

Is this what failure feels like? It sucks.

So as the elevator shuts, as it dings with every descended level, as you babble about what you should have for dinner, Spencer makes an executive decision.

A final stand, if you will.

You turn to Spencer, “So, what do you want for dinner⏤”

You yelp as your back hits the wall, the back of your head cushioned by Spencer’s palm because he’d rather kill himself than hurt you, pressing his body against yours. Warmth envelopes him, and as you meet his gaze, he musters all the dark emotions he can, the side of him he didn’t realize he had until prison. He feels it⏤the fury, the disgust, the merciless violence⏤bubble to the surface, and he can’t deny the satisfaction he gets seeing your eyes wide with shock; the entire day you’ve seen him coming, taking every one of his attempts like a joke in spite of his best efforts.

At least now he feels like he’s got the upper-hand.

Spencer leans in, bumping his nose against yours in an Inuit kiss. It’s a gentle contrast to his next words, and as your breath hitches, he bites back a smirk, pulling back to meet your eyes.

“What I want is for you to shut your mouth and put it to good use.”

Your jaw slackens.

The elevator dings and you both jump, Spencer quickly pulling away from you as the door opens to the parking garage. Luckily, no one else is around and Spencer leads the way as you head for your car. But you’re silent as you walk, and he wonders if he went too far. Was he too rough? Disrespectful?

“Hey, (Your Name), are you⏤” Spencer looks over his shoulder, only to halt at your expression.

You give him a toothy grin, face flushed and eyes crinkling as you tilt your head at him. “Yes?”

...Ah. If you keep looking at him like that, his heart might burst.

Letting his bag drop at his side, Spencer pulls you into a tight hug, and for a moment you sway together, hearts beating in time, breathing steady.

Spencer sighs, “I don’t get it.”

“It’s okay, I don’t get it either!”

He smiles into your shoulder, chuckling. Yeah, he loves you.

Especially because you’re weird.

⏤

AN: hello took a break from studying and wrote this trash at 2 am whoops

to the user that requested some rough d/s smut with degradation and rough play, im sorry but my asexual ass just could not with this one. but as a kinky asexual i rolled with it✨

pls take the “rough” play and “degradation” lightly. it’s not supposed to be accurate representation. this is just reader and spencer experimenting and having fun!!

i love that yall have the hots for post-prison reid while im over here just wanting to tuck him into bed and kill anyone that brings him harm😳

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